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jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson;stranger things

word count: 3184

request?: no

description: jason doesn’t know that his girlfriend and eddie do it in his van every sunday

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral f receiving, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v), pet names (princess and sweetheart), cheating

based on this song

masterlist (one, two, three)

Dating the captain of the basketball team was great at first. Jason was a great boyfriend in the beginning. He would give you rides to and from school, he’d take you out every weekend, and in general he just seemed very sweet. Besides that, dating him also made you popular by association. You weren’t an outcast or anything before, but you weren’t popular either. So dating Jason definitely elevated your social status.

But, as time went on, things became less and less great. Your date weekends with Jason became less frequent until they stopped all together. The excuse was always that he was busy with basketball practice, but once practice ended he was still blowing you off. He’d still drive you to and from school, and you still ate lunch with him and the team, but you didn’t feel like his girlfriend anymore. You felt like an accessory.

You tried to talk to Jason, but he blew you off. He said a lot of stuff that you could barely remember, but you did remember running away from him in tears. You thought (or maybe hoped) that he would come after you and try to make everything right. But when you got outside the school without the sound of footsteps running behind you or Jason’s voice calling your name, you figured he wasn’t that concerned about the fact that he had hurt your feelings.

That’s when you met Eddie for the first time. Well, when you properly met Eddie. You had seen the metal head in school before, especially interacting with Jason. You had never spoken to Eddie, and you had no issue with him like Jason did. Not that you’d ever tell Jason or his friends that.

You were sat on the stairs crying into your hands when you heard him ask, “Are you okay?”

You jumped, unaware that anyone else was around. You turned to see Eddie leaning against the brick wall of the school. You noticed what he had in his hand. “You’ll get in trouble for having weed on school grounds.”

“Are you going to rat on me, princess?”

The name took you back. He said it sarcastically, but there was something about him calling you that that turned you on a little.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Eddie asked, coming closer to lean against the railing that separated you both.

“Fuck if I know,” you said. You waved towards the door behind you. “He might be in there, or he might’ve left. Don’t know, and right now I don’t care. I’m sure he doesn’t care where I am either.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Trouble in paradise?”

You scoffed. “Some fucking paradise.”

He didn’t push the matter. Not like you were expecting him to. You didn’t even know each other. You also weren’t expecting him to ask, “Did you need a ride home? Since your douchebag boyfriend ditched you and all.”

You weren’t about to turn down that offer. You kind of couldn’t turn it down really. Your only other option would be to walk home, and you weren’t going to do that if you had someone offering you to give you a ride. So, you followed Eddie to his van. At some point you found yourself opening up to Eddie about your issues with Jason. He didn’t poke or prod for an explanation, but your emotions were bottled up for so long that you just needed to get them out. And Eddie just listened. He didn’t let his personal bias towards Jason get in the way.

And then you were kissing Eddie. You weren’t sure if it was because he was actually paying attention to you, or because you were so frustrated that you just needed to do something. Or maybe it was both of those things, plus the fact that Eddie was extremely attractive. Either way, you were kissing him.

And then you were in the back of his van, underneath him.

You were going to break up with Jason. You were still mad at him anyways, but you knew you had to break up with him after cheating on him. You didn’t expect anything else to happen with Eddie (although you wouldn’t be mad if anything did happen), but you knew it wouldn’t be right to continue your relationship after cheating.

That was the plan anyways. Until Jason showed up at your house the next day with flowers as an apology. He drove you to school, he showered you with all the love and affection that you had been missing the last month. You were so taken with everything Jason was doing that you were foolish enough to think things were actually changing. You had completely forgotten about your time with Eddie, until he came sauntering up to your locker between classes.

Your eyes widened as you looked around to make sure that Jason or his friends weren’t around. “Go away. I can’t be seen with you.”

“So I heard,” Eddie said. “You’re all lovey dovey with your prince charming again. Does he knew you were screaming my name yesterday?”

Your thighs clenched together at the memories from the day before. You shook your head and backed away from Eddie. “It was a mistake. I was angry, and it was unfair of me to use you to blow off steam. I’m sorry, but we can’t do it again Eddie.”

Eddie gave you a look, and then, to your surprise, he chuckled. “I’ll see you next time, sweetheart.”

As he was walking away, someone threw an arm over your shoulder. You jumped and looked up at Jason, who was scowling at Eddie’s back. “What did the freak want?”

“Nothing,” you lied. “Just asked about one of our classes.”

Eddie was right, though. There was a next time.

It didn’t take long for Jason’s affection to wither away again. And, once again, when you tried to talk to him about it, he brushed you off. You hoped that things would go as they had last time, with Jason apologizing and realizing his wrongs. But the next day, you were left waiting on your front steps for Jason to arrive. By the time you realized he wasn’t coming and you’d have to walk, you were already quite late for class. You were nearly in tears from embarrassment when a familiar van pulled up beside you.

“Get in, sweetheart.”

You didn’t make it to class that day. Instead, Eddie parked his van and you fucked until you knew no other feeling than his cock nestled inside of you.

There was no explanation for why you didn’t break up with Jason. You didn’t love him anymore, and he certainly had no feelings for you. At some point, you figured it was just for show. You’d hold hands in the hallway, you’d cheer for him at his games, you kissed in the lunchroom. But there was no love between the two of you. Instead, your heart belonged to the curly haired metal head that took you far away in his van and made you feel so good with every touch.

One Sunday afternoon, you were home alone when you heard a horn honk outside. You peered through the living room blinds to see the brown and cream van that had become your favorite place to be. Eddie was stood outside, leaning up against it with a cigarette hanging from his lips. You smiled and quickly rushed out the door.

“I’m home alone today,” you told him. “You can come in instead if you’d prefer.”

“I like going in my van,” he said. “It’s like our own little paradise.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

Eddie drove you both to your usual spot; a dirt path surrounded by trees tat no one besides stoners ever went down. The second the engine shut off, your face was in Eddie’s hands and he was kissing you so passionately that you became lightheaded. You undid your seatbelt and moved to straddle him without breaking the kiss. His hands moved to your waist, holding you. You ran your hands through his hair, gently tugging it like you knew would drive him crazy.

“Let’s get in the back,” he suggested.

You didn’t have to be asked twice. You quickly got off his lap and moved to the back of the van while Eddie was still unbuckling his seatbelt. You were already taking your shirt off when Eddie finally joined you. You were about to take your bra off, but Eddie grabbed your hands to stop you. “You know that’s my favorite part.”

He guided you to lay down on the pillows and blankets he had added to the van shortly after you two had started hooking up. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before moving to attack your neck with kisses. He was careful not to leave marks that would be visible, but the moment he reached your breasts, he bit and sucked as he pleased. He reached under you to pop your bra clasp open. He pulled it off and tossed it into the front, then took your nipple in his mouth while he kneaded your other breast in his hand. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue running over the sensitive nub.

After leaving your chest marked, he continued to move down your body. As he kissed over your stomach, he pulled at the waistband of your pants. You lifted up so he could pull them and your panties off in one go. He started kissing you painfully slowly over your mound, then over both of your inner thighs. You were trembling with anticipation, and a whimper involuntarily slipped from your lips.

Eddie chuckled. “Is there an issue, sweetheart?”

“P-Please, Eddie,” you whimpered. “I-I need to feel you.”

“Well, how do I say no when you ask so nicely?”

You gasped as he licked a long stripe up your clit. Your fingers gripped his hair as he began to eat you out like he was a starving man and you were his first meal in days. His fingers dug into your thigs, leaving creasant shaped marks in the soft skin. You threw your head back and moaned in pleasure. Eddie knew how to make you feel so good in ways that no other guy had ever made you feel. Actually, he was the first guy to go down on you in general. You didn’t know how good it would feel until his mouth was on you the first time.

Your mind went completely blank. All you knew was the feeling of hot pleasure coursing through out body. Your head was thrown back on the pillow beneath you as you moan into the small space. It was one of many reasons you loved Eddie’s van: you didn’t have to worry about being quiet. You could tell him just how good he was making you feel in whatever volume you wanted. And right now, he was making you feel so good that you felt like you were going to float right to cloud nine at any second.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge when Eddie suddenly pulled away from you. You let out a noise that could only be classified as a whine as you looked up at him. He was grinning down at you with that stupid teasing grin that you loved so much.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said. “I want to feel you on my cock when you cum.”

He leaned down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he slipped it into your mouth. He was pressing himself against you, his still clothed hard on rubbing against your sensitive core.

“This seems unfair,” you told him, tugging at his shirt. “I’m all naked and you’re still fully clothed.”

“When have I ever been fair?” he asked. But he pulled away from you to pull his shirt off. You admired his tattoos as he started with the belt on his jeans. He noticed you looking and smirked. “Like what you see?”

“You say that every time,” you teased. “And the answer is always yes. I love your tattoos.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you again. He had managed to get out of his jeans without you noticing, and now you were both completely naked, flush against one another. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thighs. You reached between the two of you and wrapped your hand around the base. Eddie moaned as you pumped his cock a few times. You were already so wet from him going down on you that when you pressed the tip against your entrance, he was able to push into you without problem. You both moaned as he slowly pushed into you, filling you completely.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against your lips. “Fuck, I could stay like this forever.”

“Please Eddie, m-move,” you begged.

“Ask me once more with those pretty words, sweetheart.”

“Please! Please, I need you so bad.” You’d be embarrassed with how desperate you sounded if you weren’t already on the edge of an orgasm again just from the feeling of him inside of you.

He kissed the tip of your nose and did as you asked. It was slow at first, pulling all the way out at a painfully slow pace until just the tip was inside of you, and then thrusting inwards just as slow until he was buried inside of you again. his pelvic bone brushed against your clit in a way that was driving you crazy. Eddie lowered his head to your neck and began to kiss every inch of skin that he could reach again. The warm pleasurable feeling returned, running through your entire body from your head to the tips of your toes. Your nails were digging into his back, but you knew he was going to wear those scratch marks with pride. The last time you had marked him, he went to school in a tank top the next day just so everyone could see.

A string of expletives fell from your mouth as you felt yourself nearing the edge. Eddie was whispering words of praise and encouragement in your ear, and it was enough to finally tip you over. You cried out his name as you tensed around him. He groaned into the crook of your neck at how good you felt. Your head was so foggy with lust that you almost didn’t register when his thrusts started to pick up speed, and then when they became a little sloppier.

“Can I cum inside?” he asked.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Eddie, please cum in me.”

He pressed a kiss hard against your lips as his hips stilled, spilling himself inside of you. Your chest heaved with every labored breath you took. Your bodies were stuck together with sweat that you hadn’t even noticed was collecting on you till that moment. When Eddie pulled away from the kiss, his lips were swollen. His hair was a mess, and he was also quite sweaty, but he still looked like the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

When he smiled, it made your heart flutter.

You almost wanted to mirror the words he said earlier about staying that way forever, but Eddie eventually pulled himself from you as he started to go soft. He reached into the front of the van where he kept towels for your rendezvouses. He placed one under your hips as you felt his load starting to slip out of you. Once he had himself wiped down, he reached into the front again to roll down both windows. Immediately, the feeling of cool fresh air filled the van.

Eddie laid down next to you so that your shoulders were touching. This was always the weird part. You never cuddled after having sex, but you really wanted to. But that wasn’t what you two were doing, right? This was just hooking up. He wasn’t your boyfriend. But you wished he was.

Eddie nudged you with his elbow and you looked over at him. “What are you thinking so hard about?”

“Nothing,” you said.

He gave you a look. “It’s not nothing. You get this look on your face when you’re deep in thought. What’s up?”

You were touched that he had noticed something so simple. In all the time you had been dating Jason, he had yet to pick up on any of your cues.

“What would you do if I broke up with Jason?” you asked.

Eddie shrugged. “That depends. What would you want me to do?”

“No, that’s not fair. I want to know what you would want. I’m already sneaking around with you behind my boyfriend’s back, it’s not fair if we’re doing all of this my way.”

He smiled. “Well, for the record, I’m not mad that we sneak around behind Jason’s back. It’s actually kind of nice to just have these moments to ourselves.”

He ran the knuckle of his index finger over your arm, causing you to shiver at the feeling.

“But, if you did break up with Jason, I would be first in line to ask you out on a real date.”

“There would be no line,” you told him. “Because you’d be the one I’d pick anyways.”

Eddie’s smile was the brightest thing you had ever seen. And it was contagious, because you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“I feel stupid that I haven’t done it already,” you told him. “I don’t know, I think it’s just the image of being the captain’s girlfriend that stops me, but even that isn’t fun anymore. What’s the point of holding an image if you’re not happy?”

“There is no point. But, I wouldn’t push you to break up with him if you don’t want to. I get it if you’re not ready to plunge into loser territory by dating me.”

You rolled onto your stomach to look at him. “That’s not it at all. I don’t care what your social standing is. I just care about you. I want to be with you.”

“You just have to figure out how to not be with Jason anymore.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, I thought it was going to be that hard, but now I’m thinking I’d be doing him a favor if we broke up. He’s quite literally had his eyes on Chrissy Cunningham for weeks now. I don’t know what his problem is that he won’t end the relationship first and just get with her.”

“I can’t blame him there. Chrissy is hot.”

You swatted his arm. “Fuck you!”

“You already did, princess.”

He took you by surprise as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to him. When he kissed you this time, it wasn’t just a kiss of lustful passion. It was gentle and sweet, and then he settled you against his chest with his arm around your shoulder.

And that’s when you knew that things with Jason would be over the next time you saw him. Because you could get used to being happy with Eddie.

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thetarsier · 11 months

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Hiii I’ve been checking your blog and I love it, can I request secret relationship with Hotch? Like, Jack reveals your secret by accident by calling reader mom or smthn like that ❤️❤️❤️

a/n: I LOVE this.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings/notes: sickness (but like fever, not actually being sick), Derek Morgan being a little shit, not proofread

<3: aaron hotchner x reader

When you’d woken up that morning to Jack coughing and sneezing his little heart out, you’d known what kind of day it was going to be.

Seeing his condition, it was obvious that he shouldn’t be going to school, and once Aaron had woken up, too, he’d agreed. However, there was work to be done in the office for both of you, and you didn’t want to risk getting Jessica’s children sick, too. The only option was to bring Jack into the office. He could sleep on Aaron’s couch for the day, and then go home to bed straight after. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.

As usual, you and Aaron took separate cars to work, you parked nowhere near each other, and Aaron always waited at least five minutes after you’d exited your car to leave his. All countermeasures to keep the keen eyes of your coworkers away from the two of you and your well-hidden relationship.

It hadn’t been going on for long - just under a year - but things had moved quickly, and you basically lived with Aaron and Jack, only going back to your apartment occasionally when you and Aaron decided it would be best for him and Jack to be alone. You loved the both of them from wherever you were, staying with them was just a way to love them a little bit closer.

And, boy, was there love. Much to your surprise, Jack had called you ‘mom’ the other day by accident, which led to you going back to your apartment while he and Aaron had a conversation about Haley. You felt flattered that he’d felt so safe and loved around you that the name had been given to you, and Aaron assured you that he wasn’t upset about it.

When you’d gotten back, Jack had hugged you tightly around your neck and whispered: “My mommy is watching over me, and you do that, too. So you’re also my mom. Dad said that I could call you that if I wanted to.”

“Yeah? You want to, buddy?” You’d asked, fighting back your tears.

“Yeah! D’you want to come play?” He brushed off the issue as if it were nothing, pulling away from you and grabbing your hand instead, leading you into the living room where his toys were.

That lively boy had been replaced now by a quiet, sick one, and you tried not to be distracted by the sounds of him coughing in Aaron’s office. You had paperwork to do. You were supposed to be working. Jack had his father, and Penelope, who seemed to be making more trips to the water cooler today than she ever had before.

“God, it’s awful, isn’t it?” JJ’s words made you turn your attention to her from where you’d been staring at the door of Aaron’s office.

“Sorry?”

“Hearing children in pain. It never gets better. It’s actually worse once you have a child,” She shook her head, “I wish there was something I could do.”

“Yeah,” You said on an exhale, shuffling some of your papers to give your hands a task, “I might go and see if they need anything, actually.”

“I doubt it. Hotch probably has everything Jack could need right in there,” JJ patted your shoulder as she continued her walk past your desk, “You don’t want to risk catching whatever he has.”

You nodded, swallowing as you looked down at your computer. You had to focus. If you went in there, all of the secrecy that you and Aaron had worked for would be put under a microscope. If Jack found comfort in you, like you knew he would, if Aaron let you stay with him in his office when he’d kicked everyone else out within a couple of minutes, every separate car journey to work would be rendered useless.

Profilers were a nuisance. They saw everything, every minute shift in behaviour. They would definitely notice the signs of a relationship between you and your boss.

“You okay, pretty girl?” Morgan asked as he came up behind you, placing his hands on your tense shoulders, “You’ve been staring at your computer screen for a while.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m just distracted.”

He didn’t seem to buy it. Or, rather, he did, he just knew that there was a deeper reason as to why you were distracted that you weren’t mentioning. His fingers pushed into your shoulders as if he were trying to knead the secrets out of you.

“Oh, I get it,” He mumbled next to your ear and your heart rate began to pick up, “Someone’s got a new boyfriend.”

“What?” You squeaked, turning in your chair and forcing Morgan’s hands from you, “What are you talking about?”

“You’re checking your phone a lot, you’re distracted, you’re happier recently; all signs point to good sex.”

“Derek! This is a work environment.”

“You’re not denying it,” He grinned, leaning on his own desk that was right behind yours, “So you do have a guy.”

“No! No.” You squirmed under his knowing gaze, dropping your shoulders as you let out a sigh, “Okay, yes. Yes, I do. Now, will you leave me alone to do my work?”

He cheered loudly in success, but your worried glance around the space forced him to quieten down, and after he didn’t make any other noises for a few seconds, the eyes in the office that had been drawn to the two of you quickly left again.

“Just…” You turned back to your computer, “Don’t mention anything to anyone, okay?”

“Only if you answer one question: was I right? Is the sex good?”

You imagined what Derek’s reaction might be if he realised he was talking about his boss, the thought almost put a smile on your face. Instead, you glared at him over your shoulder, and he raised a challenging eyebrow at you.

“Hey, baby girl-” He shouted across the office while holding eye contact with you.

“No! Okay fine,” You leaned closer to him, speaking in a hushed whisper, “The answer to your question is yes.”

His shit-eating grin only grew wider at your answer, and when Penelope approached the two of you, Derek made an excuse of asking her out to lunch, and the two of them left the office together. You could finally relax.

Until the sound of Jack’s coughing punctured through the air again.

As much as Derek annoyed you (much like an older sibling), he was brilliant at distracting you from everything going on in your life. And even though you were sure that he was telling Penelope your secret at that very moment, you couldn’t help but be a little bit grateful that you’d managed to tear your mind away from the child in Aaron’s office.

It was scary to think about what could happen if the people in your office found out about you and Aaron. As a woman, it was undoubted that you would get at least one comment about sleeping your way to the top, and even though HR knew about your relationship in order to keep professionalism, you couldn’t imagine the kinds of issues that might arise with other agents if they all knew about your relationship. People could be made uncomfortable, or accuse Aaron of preferential treatment; your jobs could be on the line.

But, then again, it would relieve a huge weight off your shoulders. You wouldn’t have to worry about taking separate cars, waiting in the parking lot, or having to stay away from the person who brought you the most comfort when you were really in need of a hug.

No. No, you couldn’t be public about your relationship until either one of you didn’t work at the BAU anymore, which you were sure wouldn’t be happening any time soon.

The door to Aaron’s office opened, and Jack appeared, holding Aaron’s hand and a blanket that he hadn’t let go of since he’d left the house. You tried to seem unfazed, glueing your eyes to your paperwork, but your heart beamed out of your chest when Jack pulled Aaron to a stop right beside your desk.

“Hey, you feeling okay, buddy?” You asked, keeping your voice gentle. The burn of about a dozen pairs of eyes suddenly became apparent.

Which was why, when Jack held his arms up to be brought up into your lap, loudly exclaiming ‘Mommy!’ as you hesitantly pulled him up, you knew there was no way you could hide. Even if he hadn’t said anything, the way he melted into you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck, was probably a dead giveaway.

“Oh, sweetheart,” You cooed as you rubbed his back, looking up at Aaron, who was shielding you somewhat with his body as he leaned against your desk, watching you with a hint of a smile, “It’s okay, baby. You’ll feel all better soon, I promise.”

“How soon is soon?” Jack groaned into your skin, and you kissed his hot cheek.

“Really, really soon, buddy, okay?”

You continued rubbing his back as the people around you pretended to continue on with their tasks. Aaron rolled Derek’s desk chair from behind his desk and pulled it up next to you and Jack, lips stretching into a thin line.

“He was upset, asking for you. I thought I’d rather he be happy than us protect ourselves,” He explained in a low voice, “I probably should have asked.”

“It’s alright,” You assured him, “I’m glad you brought him out, it’s been killing me all day. What are we going to tell everyone?”

“I’ll tell them to mind their own business,” He placed a hand on your knee, away from the view of everyone else, “We did everything right, telling HR but keeping it a secret from the team. It can be a sort of… relief that we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

“Yeah, you’re right. We should get him back to your office,” Jack had fallen asleep against you, so you stood up carefully, keeping his head still with one hand cradling it, “Morgan will be back soon, and we should probably figure out a strategy to best tell him-”

“Oh!” Came a shout across the office as you and Aaron were halfway up the stairs. You squeezed your eyes shut, not believing in your bad luck, and Aaron turned around to look at Morgan, “Hotch is the secret boyfriend?”

“Watch your volume, Morgan,” Aaron warned, “As much as it may not seem like it, you’re still at work.” The ‘And don’t you dare wake up my son’ was implied, but Jack did nothing more than wiggle around in your arms at the loud noises.

“Oh, man,” Derek grinned as you and Aaron continued to walk up the stairs to his office, “I know something about you, Hotch.”

His taunts were blocked out by Aaron opening his office door for you and closing it behind himself, twisting the lock and pulling the blinds as you set Jack down on his sofa and tucked his blanket around him.

“What is he talking about?” Aaron asked once you’d stood up, hands coming to rest on your waist in a way they never had while you two were at work.

You relished in his touch, morphing it into a hug as you wound your arms over his shoulders. At home, he was always touching you, always somewhere close, but it was different - new - in his office, where the only things exchanged between the two of you were longing looks and papers.

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

#aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fic #criminal minds

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shuashuagirl · 1 month

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The Most Dangerous Game

Title: The Most Dangerous Game 2k+ words

Summary:

You two know you shouldn’t do it. But here you were. Doing it anyways. Playing the most dangerous game that two exes could ever play.

Warnings: dubcon (because why not ok), impact play, degradation (because I am unwell), creampie, very unprotected sex (wrap it if you’re going to tap it), spit kink, lots of fluids, very mean jeonghan, toxic toxic toxic, very rough sex

You and Jeonghan knew that you were playing a dangerous game. It wasn’t healthy for you two to still be friends. Not after the breakup. Not after the months that you two had spent arguing with one another, mentally tormenting each other until finally you had both agreed that you would be better off if you went your separate ways-

But going separate ways was much easier said than done when you two had shared a friend group since your freshmen year of college.

And the exposure. The loneliness. The urge to find anyone to sleep with and grasp at any semblance of a relationship was too alluring for the two of you to even try to evade.

“Can’t here,” you breathed in, as Jeonghan pressed you into the wall. He rolled his eyes at your comment, his fingers dipping under your shirt.

“Can’t?” He asked you. You shivered as his cool fingers met your warm stomach and you leaned into his touch. He laughed at the obvious way that your body reacted to his touch.

“They’ll hear,” you pleaded lightly.

“So, we can’t?” Jeonghan pressed again. His fingers began to dip under the waist hand of your pants, his other hand coming to pin you against the wall by your hips. “Or you won’t?”

You bit down on your lip, eyes rolling back as Jeonghan’s fingers found your clit, and your soaked pussy.

“Cause it seems like you do want to.”

You groaned, your fingers wrapping around the part of his arm that you could hold.

“I- Want to,” you agreed with a nod. You decided you needed to rephrase. “We shouldn’t.”

“If we shouldn’t then why have you been acting like a clingy whore since you got here?”

You wanted to disagree with him, but his condescending tone was going straight to your core. You shook your head, but your mouth wasn’t getting the memo.

“It’s your fault,” you insisted. You grabbed at his shirt, fisting your fingers into it. “You know this shirt drives me crazy.”

“It’s just a shirt,” Jeonghan said innocently, and his fingers dipped into your burning, wet pussy.

“The collar is all stretched out,” you snapped back. “And it shows your stupid collarbone-”

“Y/n you’re so kinky,” Jeonghan teased, as if he didn’t know. “And that gives you the excuse huh? To be grinding with that stranger on the dance floor. Knowing it would drive me crazy when you started to strip off your jacket-”

“Maybe I was just doing that for myself,” you bit back. “Maybe I’m tired of fucking around with you all the time as if you are even my best option.”

Wrong choice of words. Jeonghan’s hands pulled out of your pants, and his hand slapped across your face in an instance. He immediately clasped your chin in his grip, the wetness you had soaked his fingers with now on your cheek.

“I am your best option,” he practically growled. “You will never fuck anyone who makes you feel as good as I make you feel. That’s why you grinded with that fucking man. That’s why you always come crawling back. That’s why your pussy is always soaked when I decide to fuck you. Because even though we are broken up you are still mine.”

He knew every single button to push. Knew exactly how to get your blood pumping through your body.

“Can’t,” he reiterated roughly. “Or won’t.”

“Will,” you gasped out. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll be good. Fuck me, okay?”

Jeonghan pressed his fingers into your mouth with a scoff.

“Fucking ridiculous the way an insult makes your little cunt cry for attention. You sucked his fingers until he ripped them from your mouth.

“Clothes off,” he pressed. You immediately began to tear your clothes off, and you pouted as you realized that Jeonghan wasn’t taking off his.

“Jeonghan, ple-”

“What? Take off my clothes too?” He said, his voice full of fake sympathy. “My collarbone started this didn’t it? Then my collarbone will continue to do it for you.”

He walked up to you, and forcibly pressed you to your knees. You groaned as your knees hit the floor, knowing for sure you would have bruises the next day.

He tapped your head impatiently with his index finger.

“Well? Get it out.”

You reached forward, your fingers fumbling with the button of his pants. He grabbed your hand in a tight grip.

“Just the zipper.”

You swallowed hard and nodded.

“Okay.”

Your tongue was dry as you pulled down his zipper, reach into his pants to pull his cock out. Once it was out, Jeonghan had wrapped a hand around it. He gave it a few small pumps and then with a sound of aggravation tapped it to your lips.

“Well?” He said again, and you could tell that your little show had made him a lot more impatient than he usually was. You leaned forward to catch his cock with your mouth, but he pulled himself away from you and hit you with the base of it.

You couldn’t help the moan of frustration that left your mouth, but you tried to catch it in your mouth again regardless. Once again, he pulled himself away from you and hit you again with his cock. When you whined this time, he had the audacity to huff out in annoyance.

“What the fuck is taking you so long?”

This time when you darted forward, you were able to slip his tip into your mouth.

“Hold-”

You did as you were told, your eyes flitting up to Jeonghan. He smiled sickly at you.

“So good when you finally have what you want in your reach.”

Your eyes flitted closed and suddenly his cock was out of your mouth, and you were hit with it again, this time getting spit on your forehead.

“Eyes on me,” he snapped, and your eyes were back on him. Your mouth dropped open before he could tell you to, and a small hum of appreciation ran through him as he laid the base of his cock on your tongue. You felt the weight of him, able to see the length of him in your peripheral.

Such a stupid long and fat cock. You really did go crazy for it. It genuinely made you fucking stupid when it was inside of you. Jeonghan made you fucking stupid when he was fucking you.

“Good…” Jeonghan mumbled, mostly to himself. His hand came to your hair, at first seeming to caress you with his fingers, before they tightened in the strands of your hair and you were forced down all the way to the base of his cock.

You coughed out in surprise at the sudden presence of his cock so deep in your throat that you couldn’t really focus on anything else. Jeonghan pulled you off for just a second so that you could catch your breath, and once he saw that you had relaxed again, once he knew you were prepared, he was forcing you all the way back to his base again.

This time you focused on breathing in through your nose, you didn’t choke, but a gruesome gurgling sound filled the dirty bathroom as Jeonghan pulled back again, his cock already slick with your saliva.

He didn’t say anything as he brutally ravaged your throat. Using it like it had been weeks since he had gotten the chance to get his dick wet. In reality, it had been only a few days. But his moans made it seem different.

You knew from experience that if Jeonghan was fucking your throat like this, then he wasn’t going to waste time prepping you for his cock when he was ready to fuck you. You began to pump your fingers in and out of yourself in pace with his thrusts, your own moans being gurgled and ripped out of your throat as he used you like a toy.

One of your hands rose to his jeans as you felt his cock pulsing in your throat. You balled your fingers in the material in anticipation for his cum in your throat- and just as anticipated he was coming inside of you practically instantly.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth, and you coughed some of his cum up as you struggled to catch your breath. Jeonghan watched you, chest heaving, pumping himself back to hardness. You made sure that all the cum you coughed up ended in your hand, and once you had completely caught your breath you made sure Jeonghan saw you lick the cum back up off of your hand.

He rolled his eyes, but tugged at your hair regardless, pulling you right back to your feet. As soon as you were up his lips were on yours, his hand shifting to the back of your neck so that he could kiss you without you moving much under him.

You whined against his lips, body melting under his touch, letting him overpower you in every single way. One of his hands snuck around your body, his hand squeezing your tits distractedly. That drew his attention away from the kiss, and his lips left yours allowing you the chance to catch your breath with a large gasp.

The two of you started to stagger back until your back hit the wall. Jeonghan’s head tilted down, his lips finding your neck. You wanted to tell him not to leave any marks, but his free hand squeezed your ass and your eyes fluttered shut, lost in the feeling.

This was why you loved fucking him so much. The degradation always left your blood pumping, it caused your core to burn in a way that was almost painful, and left your thighs wet from your dripping arousal. But the way that he praised your body proved to you that his words, his belittlement of you was just another way to get you there.

His teeth nipped at your neck, and an airy moan left your lips. You briefly recalled being worried your friends would hear you, but then his lips were trailing across your neck, and over your breasts and you really didn’t care.

You were sure that Jeonghan could hear your heart pounding in your chest as he cupped your breasts with one hand and sucked on your nipples, but if he did, he didn’t say anything about it.

You were dripping down your thighs by the time that Jeonghan pulled off your chest, your tits dripping with saliva. He gave your ass a hard slap, making you cry out in surprise.

“Why don’t you present to me?” Jeonghan slurred, wiping saliva off of the corner of his lip. Your face burned red, but you struggled to get into place anyways. You placed your hands on the wall, spreading your legs a bit as you arched your back, shoving your ass out for him.

Jeonghan slapped your ass, hard making your whole body jerk. He smoothed over your ass.

“If I had all day, I would spank you so hard you couldn’t sit straight tomorrow,” Jeonghan mumbled. The tip of his cock prodded at your entrance. “But instead, I think I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight.”

“Condom,” you spat out in response, as if either of you gave two shits about it.

“You’d be so lucky, to get knocked up by me,” Jeonghan said back and to emphasize it he pulled you back by your hair and spit on your face. Your eyes instinctively squeezed shut as it hit your cheek. “Finally have me locked down for life.”

But he hesitated, his fingers loosening their grip on your hair, the tip of his cock just barely touching your pussy. You let your forehead fall forward and hit the wall.

“No condom,” you agreed, and his cock was in you in an instant. A desperate cry left your lips as he thrust his entire length into your pussy. The angle made it feel like he was literally splitting you open and feeling him pushing so deep inside of you had your thighs shaking.

Jeonghan grabbed you by your waist, and his other hand came around your throat. He squeezed at it, causing your gasps to come ragged.

“I thought you said that you didn’t want anyone to hear,” Jeonghan grunted. You whined, and it earned you another squeeze. “Y/n, fucking shut up.”

His hand raised blindly to your face, and he slapped his hand over your mouth. Your eyes shut in pleasure, as you moaned shamelessly into the palm of his hand. Your hands kept sliding against the surface of the wall, because Jeonghan was fucking you so hard you could barely keep yourself upright.

Still, his voice didn’t echo how hard he was fucking you.

“God, whores are all the same,” he grunted out. “Put your mouth to good use.”

His fingers pushed into your mouth, and you briefly gagged on them, spit dribbling all over his fingers and down your chin.

“All you did is fucking tease me, with your perfect body. Your perfect lips, your perfect pussy…” A groan left Jeonghan’s mouth, and he removed his fingers from your mouth so that he could more securely grab you by your waist. It made his thrusts even sharper, it made his cock go even deeper.

You were moaning shamelessly, unable to muffle yourself if you wanted to, and it was just making Jeonghan fuck you harder.

“Fuck y/n, I miss your body so bad,” he groaned out. “I need to be buried in your pussy everyday all the fucking time. You were made for me. You were made for my cock.”

You started babbling your agreement, but he wasn’t even listening to your words.

“Going to cum deep inside of you,” Jeonghan mumbled. “I’m going to cum so deep inside of you that you’re going to feel my cum sloshing around your womb for weeks.”

Any qualms that you had from earlier were completely forgotten in your sex-drunk brain. You nodded, immediately begging Jeonghan for him to do exactly that and it just spurred him on.

His hips started to stutter, his cock pulsing inside of you and true to his words he buried himself deep in your pussy, his hot cum shooting so deep inside you that you thought you were going to explode.

Your body went week in his arms as your own orgasm ripped through your body, milking his cock of the rest of his cum. And as soon as your body had stopped shaking as much Jeonghan gave you a few sharp thrusts, to make sure that his cum really was deep inside of you.

Once he was sure, he pulled himself out of you and you crumbled to your knees, chest heaving. Your face hit the floor, your ass pointed straight up in the air. Jeonghan took advantage of this angle to give your pussy a good slap.

“Better keep that cum inside of you sweetheart,” he said, dragging out the pet name. He spit, and you felt it hit your pussy. You hissed out in surprise, and refused to move from your spot on the floor. You heard Jeonghan zipping up his own pants and then he was wandering about the bathroom.

You figured he would just leave, but after a few moments he had you by your arm and was pulling you up to your shaking feet. He dragged you over to the sink, and began to dab your face clean with cool water and a paper towel. A hand combed through your hair while the other focused on getting you completely clean.

Once he was satisfied, he pushed your clothes into your hands.

“Get dressed y/n,” he said with a roll of his eyes. You took your clothes, but noticed something cold and metal in your hands as well. You moved to observe the small key that Jeonghan had given you.

“An uber is coming to take you to my place.” His eyes were on himself in the mirror. He pretended to be checking his hair. “I’ll be there soon after you. Take a shower. I’ll get us takeout okay?”

You nodded wordlessly, but he hovered.

“Thank you,” you whispered. He waved his hand off as if to disregard you entirely, and then he was gone.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, thinking maybe it would have been better if Jeonghan would just leave it at that. The rough fucking, the meaningless sex.

Because the aftercare… You shook your head, trying to dismiss the thoughts from your hair.

This truly was a dangerous game that you two were playing, and that echoed through your head until you and Jeonghan settled into his bed for the night, his arms wrapped around your torso, his face in your neck.

You had never slept in a better bed.

#jeonghan smut

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suashii · 1 month

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𝓈𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓉

kuroo tetsuro x reader. 1.3k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ kuroo and reader both work as interns ﾉ unrealistic labor laws ( for the sake of the plot :3 )

it’s noon, 12 p.m. on the dot, and you’re stuck in a conference room taking notes on a boring, long-winded presentation instead of getting lunch like you’re supposed to be. most of the items you’re tasked with as an intern turn out to be lackluster and this wouldn’t be so bad if you weren’t sure this meeting would drag on for at least another twenty minutes. it’s just your luck that you’ll be taking a late lunch on the day you skipped breakfast.

you’ll be lucky if your stomach doesn’t growl from the back of the room.

your focus lessens with each passing second and you find your eyes drifting from the powerpoint displayed on the projector to the glass wall separating the room from the hallway. the voices around you fade into background noise as you watch people walk by. you see the man who introduced you to the team on your first day, the woman who didn’t hold the door for you when your hands were full with everyone’s coffee orders, and finally, the group of your fellow interns—on their way to lunch, no doubt.

one of them in particular sticks out to you, tall frame and messy black hair. he must feel a pair of eyes on him because he slows and holds back from the rest of the group, head turning to look into the conference room. his hazel gaze meets yours.

kuroo’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. he points at the watch situated on his wrist and then down the hall. you don’t need words to tell what he’s saying. it’s time for lunch, you coming?

you shake your head subtly, not trying to garner the attention of anyone in the room. you’re supposed to be working, after all. with the end of your pen, you point to the screen. can’t, i’m stuck in here for who knows how long.

at your reply, kuroo frowns, lifting his finger up to the corner of his eye and dragging it down his cheek like a lone tear. it almost makes you laugh but you bite back the sound in just enough time.

you’re tempted to wave at him, though, you’re sure the gesture would be enough to tell every one of your superiors that you aren’t paying attention. and while that fact is true, you’d rather not be scolded for it.

so you give him a sad smile and kuroo waves for you.

with a sigh louder than you intend it to be, you turn your focus toward the front of the room and pick up where you left off on your notes.

by the time you’re free from the dull air and monotone voices of that meeting, you’re only left with fifteen minutes to find and eat something. it’s not enough time to leave the office like you usually would, so it’s starting to look like your only option is going through the snack drawer at your desk.

you click your tongue in annoyance as you navigate the hallways that lead to your work area. you’d bet money that everyone else in that room still gets to enjoy your entire hour-long break. meanwhile, you’re stuck getting through the rest of the day on a measly granola bar or pack of crackers.

the only thing that slows you down on your mission is a shout that you’re almost positive is directed at you. “hey, speed racer! over here!”

your head jerks in the direction of the familiar voice. it came from the break room where you typically take your lunch with the other interns and it doesn’t take you more than a second to match it to kuroo. he’s standing in the doorway, one hand stuffed in his pocket and the other holding up a store-bought bento box.

“want this?” he asks.

the tension in your shoulders melts away upon hearing his offer. you clasp your hands together in a show of thanks as you approach him. “my knight in shining armor.”

kuroo laughs—snorts, really—as he holds out the meal for you to take. you happily do so, smiling up at him before making your way into the break room. the others have all but finished eating and are using what little time they have left of lunch to relax—chat about things that don’t concern work, scroll aimlessly on their phones, whatever they want.

you’re envious, though, you do suppose you’re lucky enough to have someone like kuroo looking out for you. he didn’t have to buy you the bento but he did anyway. you pull out a chair at the table kuroo was at before flagging you down, plopping down in the seat and popping off the plastic lid of your meal.

kuroo has taken his seat next to you and as you take hold of your chopsticks, you look up to ask him, “how much do i owe you for this?”

he shakes his head. “it’s a gesture from the kindness of my heart.”

you believe him. if there’s one thing kuroo is, it’s considerate. that’s probably why you like him so much. he keeps you sane in the chaos that is your internship. you’re sure you would have crumbled under the pressure of it all if kuroo wasn’t here experiencing it with you. his kindness deserves to be repaid.

“well, if you don’t want my money, how about i get lunch for you tomorrow?” you stuff a lump of rice into your mouth. it’s plain, but the first thing you’ve eaten all day so it tastes heavenly as far as you’re concerned.

“sure.” he grins. “if you’re not trapped in another meeting.”

you roll your eyes, holding a hand up to your mouth to shield your chewing from his view. “don’t even get me started.”

kuroo breathes out a short laugh, running a hand through his dark hair. each strand nearly stays in place despite the action. “what was it about anyway?”

“budget for the upcoming quarter.” at least, that’s what you gathered. you were pretty much on autopilot the entire time you were taking notes. “they spent the last half an hour trying to compromise over cuts. it was torture, kuroo.”

you’re being dramatic—you know that and he does too but it doesn’t stop him from telling you, “ i would have traded places with you in a heartbeat.”

the sincerity in his tone and in his eyes catch you off guard when you look up from your food at him. he isn’t joking around to appease your theatrics—he means what he said. he’d sit through that meeting and almost miss lunch if that meant you didn’t have to.

you try to hide the smile spreading across your lips by taking another bite of food—rolled egg this time. “you’re too nice to be going into business. i wish everyone in this office thought like you.”

kuroo chuckles and shrugs, like your compliment was unwarranted. “all the more reason to do it, right?”

he’s right. the world could use more people like him. although, you doubt anyone could ever match kuroo tetsuro.

there’s a knock on the door even though it’s open. one of your supervisors. “five minutes until everyone needs to be back at their desks.”

the room erupts in half-hearted sounds of understanding. the reminder ignites you with irritation. does he think that none of you know how to read a clock?

“gonna be able to finish that in five?” kuroo asks, pointing to what’s left of your bento.

you nod. ��don’t worry, i don’t plan on wasting a bite of your kindness.”

you and kuroo spend the last few minutes of your break talking about nothing in particular. as you sit beside him, listen to him, you realize that you’re really looking forward to coming in tomorrow. all because of him.

thanks for reading! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging or commenting :3

#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: haikyuu #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kuroo x you #haikyuu x you #kuroo fluff #haikyuu fluff #kuroo drabble #haikyuu drabbles

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amomentsescape · 3 months

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The shirt headcannon was great, but what if the slashers had matching shirts with their S/O reader? Also if ya in one of the snowy storm states stay safe! ❄ 🧊 ⛸

Slashers React to Couple's T-Shirts

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Feat. Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, & Stu

You can find the OG T-Shirt request here.

A/N: Such a cute request! And yes, those dealing with the crazy weather, please stay safe! (Also, I couldn't find a better GIF option so I just went with the same one again)

Freddy Krueger

Yep, he wears it over his sweater

Can you expect anything less from Freddy though?

He really enjoys matching with you

He even let out some chuckles when you showed them to him for the first time

"I'm gonna need to make myself a closet if you keep up with this"

He definitely finds the shirts a tad bit cheesy, but he's not complaining

He happily wears the shirt with pride

He becomes a bit upset if you show up not wearing it though

Michael Myers

What even is this?

The first shirt was already bad enough, but this?

He doesn't even like cats

Just gives you a deadpan look

Will let you put yours on, but absolutely refuses to wear his

Barely even wants to touch it to be honest

You quite literally have to force it over his head

And even then, he just complains the whole time

Embrace the moment while you have it, because there's absolutely no way you're going to get that shirt on him again

Jason Voorhees

He smiles wide at these

One of the things he loves is the size difference between you two

It makes him feel like a protector

So you gifting him MATCHING shirts just makes him feel all giddy inside

The fact that they point out the size difference is a plus

He arguably likes this one more than the last (since he actually understands what it means)

He only wears the shirt when you wear yours though

If your washing it or don't have it on, don't expect Jason to be wearing his

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas absolutely fell in love with Beauty and the Beast when you first showed it to him

He didn't think he'd ever find someone like you, but here you were, and that made him relate to the Beast quite a bit

So when you showed him these, he was ecstatic

Immediately puts it on and refuses to take it off for a couple days

Even in the blistering heat of Texas, he wears it

Will always give you a hug when he sees you wearing yours

By the end of the week however, his shirt is noticeably much dirtier than yours

They barely match anymore, but the meaning is still there

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is all giddy when he sees these

He just thinks the dinosaurs are absolutely adorable

And he honestly gets the joke pretty quickly!

Will insist you both put them on at the exact same time, doing a little spin for each other

He's clapping his hands and bouncing up and down

Will become pretty protective of the garment though

If anyone besides you gets a little too close to him, he puts his arms out as if saying "don't touch the shirt"

He truly finds the shirts a symbol of your relationship, so if any stain or tear occurs, he will literally have a meltdown

Brahms Heelshire

He doesn't find them as funny as you do

But he likes the idea of you matching together, so he allows it

Will try to put your shirt on instead in hopes you don't notice

You do

He thinks you look cute, but he won't admit it

He's still mad that you think you're the boss

I mean, who makes the literal rules around here??

But the moment you baby him and tell him just how good the shirt looks on him, he gives in and accepts his fate

He does wear the cardigan over it, however

Norman Bates

You know Norman isn't one for loud garments

So you thought something simplistic and meaningful would be the best bet

When he first sees the shirts, he smiles and says they look extra comfy for you two

But when he sees your anniversary on the sleeves, he melts

Thinks it's super romantic and gives you a sweet kiss as a thank you

He wears the shirt all the time

Under his button ups, going to bed, lounging around

And you can tell he becomes extra happy when you have yours on too

It's just like having a cute reminder of your love for each other

And Norman is all about that

Billy Loomis

Billy had been talking about getting a new sweatshirt for forever now

So when you came across these, you knew you had to get them

Billy isn't usually one for cheesy things, but he can't stop the small smile that forms on his face

"You're a lifesaver, babe"

Will try it on and practically melt into it

Doesn't specifically ask, but he'll give you a look basically telling you to put yours on too

When he sees you both matching, he can't even lie that he likes it

Will snuggle up with you and thank you

Stu Macher

Stu immediately lets out a big laugh when he sees them

His amusement is quickly deflated when he fully reads the shirts

"Hey!"

You know he's just joking though, since he still has that huge grin on his face

"You're clearly the stupid one, right?"

You just give him a joking slap to the arm

Will make you put yours on with him and pulls out his camera

Takes a million pictures with you and the shirts, finding them hilarious

He definitely insists on wearing them in public since it makes it even more obvious that you're his

He just doesn't want to wear them around Billy

He'll make fun of him

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mx-jinxous · 3 months

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Not beta'd, for @lexirosewrites

Dread filled Steve when he saw those pink lines staring back at him, his stomach doing a flip that nearly brought up what was left. It’d been what had brought the idea for the pregnancy test. Robin had been his first call while his body was numb, only registering as he told her. His voice was wobbling, tears running down his cheeks. Always the rambler she was, she started spitting off how a test wasn’t always accurate, that they need to go to the doctors.

So she accompanied him to the clinic, gripping his hand as they waited for his blood test, resting his head on her shoulder. She was rubbing his shoulder, trying to cheer him up, talking about how a mini him running around would be such a rascal. How they would make his hair fall out, how no matter what, they would do it together if no one stepped up. That’s when the doctor came back with the results, and a lecture about him being unmated and pamphlets on options, like adoption… or other solutions. Robin gave her a tongue lashing about ethics, but Steve couldn’t be proud at the moment. His hand fell over his stomach, pressing lightly, trying to feel his baby.

So for the next couple months, planning with Robin while he waited for his boyfriend’s to return from their mini tour. Eddie had been the one to call him when they had returned, Steve letting her know she was going to go talk with them by himself, a nervous skip in the step while he drove across town to Gareth’s house.

When he pulled up to see the garage door up and his four boyfriends wrestling on the couch, chuckling to himself as he just watched this moment. Those were his boys, playful and childish as always… and they were about to be dads. It was at that moment they seemed to notice his car, excitedly yelling when he climbed out of the Beemer. Jeff and “Freak”, Dougie, stayed behind as Eddie and Gareth raced each other, trying to beat the other to the omega. Unfortunately for Eddie, he wasn’t athletic, so Gareth was the first to wrap his arms around the older man.

“Hey Baby! Miss me?” By then, Eddie's arms joined the others, kissing Steve’s cheek.

“Us!”

“Oh, you know, just a little. I had Robin chasing away all the alpha’s for you boys.” He chuckled, wiggling loose and pulling the two towards the garage. He greeted each of the boys with a kiss before flopping on the couch, only for Jeff to flop down and scoop him into his lap.

“So, what trouble did you get into while we were away?” He asked, nipping at one of his scent glands..

“Please, you boys took all the trouble with you. How was the tour? Did you guys put on a metal concert?” The other boys joined the couch cuddle, Freak weaving his fingers through his hair while the others gripping his leg.

“You know it. Got some attention from a few scouts, so soon we will be able to get that big house that we promised instead of five different houses.” Eddie smirked, pecking Steve’s cheek.

“You know I don’t need a big house. It’ll be lonely when you guys make it big.”

“Then just one with a big room, a big bed for us.” Freak hand traveling to his hip, smirking at the other alphas.

“We’ll need one more room.”

Gareth snorted, leaning his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “We know. Robin goes where you go and we have no intention of separating you from your soulmate.” The boys shared a look, knowing that those omegas were a package deal.

“Well, I mean yes, but then we need two.” Steve explained, shifting so that way he was hovering over Jeff’s lap. He could smell the arousal coming from them, having been separated from him for too long for their liking, their hands constantly on him.

“Who else are you dragging with? Dustin is still too young.” Eddie teased, pulling Steve down into a kiss.

“No one. But we’ll need room for a nursery.” He said, pulling the ultrasound image from his back pocket. The boys tensed, eyes wide at the tiny little blip in the image. They were silent, looking at one another and back to the image, nerves starting to rattle.

“Is that-?” Jeff mumbled, taking the photo.

“Yeah.”

“Whose is it?” Freak asked, looking up at Steve.

“They’re ours. It doesn’t matter who’s seed did it.” Gareth scoffed, pulling the omega into his lap, nosing at his neck. His hand fell onto Steve’s stomach, feeling the bump that was there.

“Don’t hog them.” Eddie teased, laying his head on Steve’s belly. “Hey Sweetpea. Your daddy’s are here.”

“So what do we do? I don’t want to be a downer, but we haven’t made it big and don’t have jobs. We don’t even have our own places. We live with our parents.” Jeff huffed, rubbing his neck.

“Well, you guys can still do the concert. Robin and I are full time and we found an apartment. We moved in last month when my parents found out that I was pregnant.” Steve huffed, hiding his face from the boys.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us?” The concern was heavy in their scents.

“You were busy and the Buckley’s let me stay till we could afford the apartment. We are stable for right now and I have several months left. You guys can try making it big and if you don’t, then we can get you boys jobs. Deal?” The boys stared at one another, eyes talking. They seemed to have come to an agreement, smiling down at the omega.

“Great, now let's get to celebrating!” Steve broke free, standing up with as much pep as he could.

“Careful!” Jeff huffed. He and the others stand to help Steve stand, only to get brushed off.

“I’m not glass. The doctor says I’m fine to do all the things I normally do. Speaking of, are we going to Gare’s room or mine?��

“My parents are out.” Gareth smirked, already being pulled by the eager omega.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #omegaverse #a/b/o #corroded coffin #corrordedking

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lulublack90 · 28 days

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Prompt 1 - Spring

@jegulus-microfic April 1, Word count 542

The first of April was the Marauder’s favourite day of the year. They spent weeks coming up with pranks for April Fool’s Day. They not only pranked their fellow students, but they pranked each other.

James had placed a sticking charm on a little toy rat that he’d stolen from Lily’s cat to follow Peter wherever he went.

All the mirrors that Sirius looked into burped rudely at him, and he’d transfigured all of Remus’s books into copies of Cassandra Vablatsky’s Unfogging the Future. James knew better than to mess with Moony’s chocolate supply, which meant his books were the next option on the list.

So far, though, the only one not to be pranked was James. Lunch passed, and nothing, not even a nose-biting teacup. He was feeling more and more on edge. He kept flinching whenever one of the others came near him. Sirius took great joy in this and found a multitude of reasons to lean over or brush past him.

They were walking out of potions together at the end of the day when he was suddenly yanked backwards into an empty classroom.

“Hey, what the hell?” James yelled before he realised it was his friends. “Oh, what the hell?!” He knew this was it. Instead of them all pranking him separately, they were working together.

“Petrificus Totalus” Sirius flicked his wand, James’s legs snapped together, and his arms stuck to his sides. He was completely frozen in place.

Peter transfigured James’s robes into a clown costume.

Sirius performed a much tricker spell. Using the effects of the petrifying jinx, he transformed James’s legs into a giant spring. He and Peter had to grab ahold of him to stop him from falling on his face.

Remus finished the prank off by sinking what would have been his feet into the stone floor. Sirius unfroze James, and they watched as James wobbled forwards and backwards like a jack in a box without the box.

The rest of the Marauders left him there, yelling after them as they went to dinner, raucous laughter bouncing off the close corridor walls as they went.

He yelled himself hoarse, trying to get someone’s attention. He called out again, and the heavy wooden door creaked open, and Regulus’s head popped around it into the room.

“I thought I could hear your voice.” He said, his brow screwed up in concern. “Are you alright?”

He came further into the room and caught sight of James’s predicament. The usually stoic boy snorted with laughter and ended up on his hands and knees, gasping for air he laughed so hard.

Eventually, he composed himself enough to wipe the tears away and stood before his slightly bouncing boyfriend. “Did my brother do this to you?” He asked, stroking James’s cheek.

“And Remus and Peter.” James pouted. “Can you help me?” Regulus took a step backwards, biting his bottom lip.

“I can, but I’m not going to.” A wicked glint flashed in his eyes as he raised his wand. James’s face was covered in gaudy clown makeup before he could utter a word.

Regulus pecked a kiss on James’s lips before he left him again. “Happy April Fool’s Day, love.” He cackled as he shut the door behind him.

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mynameismckenziemae · 2 months

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In Case You Didn’t Know

Part 11

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: Stress and whiskey loosens Jake’s lips.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, mutual masturbation, toy use, discussion of kinks, a little cliffy at the end there.

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“Okay, okay Jake,” you scold, laughing breathlessly as he ruts against you in the kitchen as you’re trying to make mimosas. “Your mom and Emma are gonna be here any minute. Do you really want them to see you with a boner?”

He sighs before nipping your ear and stepping back. “Yeah, you’re right. I just can’t get enough of you. And knowing you’re gonna be my wife in 2 short weeks is making me crazy.”

“I know, I can’t wait either,” you smile over your shoulder at him. Oh, did Bradley book his flight yet?”

“Yeah, he’ll be here the Tuesday before to help out and make sure his suit fits. The rest of the squad won’t be here until Thursday afternoon. We just gotta figure out a way to keep him and Emma separated,” he jokes.

“You know, they would make a cute couple,” you muse.

He hums in agreement. “They would. I just don’t want to see him get hurt. He plays the carefree himbo well, but he’s got a big heart. He’d worship the ground she walks on if she’d let him in,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around you again and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Y’all fucking or are-ow, Ma!” Emma calls from the front door.

“We’re in the kitchen, fully clothed!” You laugh.

“That’s a first,” Emma mutters, rubbing her arm where Ruth pinched her.

“Learn to knock and you won’t see anything you don’t want to,” Jake replies hugging her before turning and doing the same with Ruth.

“How’s the new job?” Emma asks as she hops on the counter.

“Pretty good. A bit stressful learning the ropes myself and constantly having to tell the new recruits what to do, when to do it, and dolling out push-ups when they mess up. I feel like I’m babysitting most of the time. It’ll get better though once I get used to things,” Jake replies.

“It will. Give yourself a break, baby,” Ruth pinches his cheek. “Your daddy’s outside with Cash. I swear he loves that dog more than any of us,” Ruth sighs.

“Can’t blame him, he’s a good dog. Mimosas?” You offer.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Jake jokes, reaching for a flute, but you push it out of reach and give his denim-clad butt a swat.

“No sir, don’t you dare. They’re for us girls, now get outta here so I can try on the dresses.”

“Yes ma’am. I like it when you’re bossy,” he winks, rubbing the spot you popped him before he pecks your cheek and heads out the door.

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“Wow, how many did you buy?” Emma asks wide-eyed as she looks at the dresses in your arms.

“12,” you laugh. “The website has free return shipping. I wasn’t sure what style looks best on me, I haven’t worn a gown since prom.”

“You can pull off anything,” Emma smiles. “But it’s good to have options.”

Ruth dabs her tears with each dress you try, but her tissue can’t keep up when you come out of your room with the 10th one. It’s fitted, with a low back with loose lace sleeves and it fits like a glove.

“Oh Charlie, you’re glowing,” she whispers.

“Yup,” you smile. “This is the one.”

“I agree,” Emma murmurs, coming up behind you to get the button you couldn’t reach. “Jake won’t be able to keep his eyes or his hands off you.”

You grin and look at Ruth. “Think mom would like it?”

Just as you say it a breeze floats through the living room window and you swear you smell her sweet perfume.

Emma and Ruth look at each other and then at you with wide eyes; they smell it too.

“There’s your answer, hun,” Ruth says with a watery smile.

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“Charlie-darlin’, where you at?” Jake calls as he comes in the front door hours later. “Casher, where’s your mama? Find mama, buddy.”

That Texas drawl coming out tells you he’s been drinking and you burst into giggles as Cash comes running, smothering you with kisses.

“Working out, I’ll be done in a few. There’s a plate in the fridge if you’re hungry,” you reply once Cash lets up, running back to the kitchen to find Jake at the word ‘fridge’.

“Hell yeah, meatloaf!” Jake says excitedly as he opens the fridge. He joins you after heating it up. “Find a dress?”

“Mhmm, you’re gonna love it. What did you and your dad do?”

“I bet I will. I bet I’ll like takin’ it off even more,” he smiles, eyes raking over your body in your sports bra and shorts. “Shot darts and played pool. You know, guy stuff.”

“Seems like alcohol might’ve been involved?” You ask with a knowing smile as you begin to stretch.

He pinches his fingers together. “Maybe a little whiskey. God, this is good. You’re a good cook, Char. Hey, you know what I said earlier?”

He’s so dang cute when he’s like this.

You smile up at him from your place on the floor before you shake your head. “Remind me?”

“When I said I like it when you’re bossy. I meant that” he says with a blush, leaving to put his plate in the dishwasher to return a moment later. He leans on the doorframe as he continues. “Like…if you want to take the lead sometimes, I’d be up for that.”

You rise to your feet and saunter over. “Mmm, I’d definitely be up for that,” you hum, pulling him in for a kiss by his belt loop. “Take a shower with me and we’ll talk more?”

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“Not that I’m complaining,” you smile as you rinse your hair, “but what brought this on? Or is this something you’ve always wanted to try?”

“That little bit of bossiness this morning got me thinkin’ bout how sexy it’d be in the bedroom. Work’s been stressing me out and thought maybe it’d be nice if someone was giving me the orders,” he says with a blush.

“So you want me to tell you what to do? Maybe tie you to our bed and have my way with you?”

“Yes, all of that,” he sighs as you wrap your hand around his erection as the warm water runs between the two of you.

“What else?” you ask before leaning in and taking his nipple into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue and teeth. He groans, stumbling back a step until his back hits the wall. You nip at the bud when he doesn’t answer. “What else, Jake?”

“Anything you want,” he pants as you continue stroking him. “Use me to get yourself off, play with my ass some more…what’s it called when you get someone really close and then you back off? Edging? I think that’s what it’s called. I like it when you pull my hair. Just…anything. Anything you want.”

You smile as the tips of his ears turn red and a flush rises up his neck at his admission. “What were you and Tom drinking? Whiskey?”

“Yes ma’am, how’d you know?” He smiles before kissing you.

“All your secrets come out when you drink whiskey. I want to do all of that and more. What about if you don’t follow my rules? Do you want me to punish you?”

He flushes even further but nods, eyes drifting closed at the pleasure from your hand.

“You never have to be embarrassed or ashamed with me Jake. No one has to know what you and I get up to,” you murmur, leaning in to kiss up his throat as you increase the speed of your strokes.

His abs begin to tense and his breathing shortens, signaling he’s about to cum, you pull your hand away.

Your neglected pussy clenches at the whimper that leaves him.

“Wha-why’d you stop?” He pants a moment later, opening his eyes to look at you in confusion.

“I’m not ready for you to cum yet,” you reply with a cheeky grin, turning off the water behind you.

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You bite your lip to keep from laughing as you dig out your box of toys from under the bed that Jake’s currently lying on, practically vibrating with need.

Finding the items you want, you crawl onto the bed, putting a dollop of lube in your hand before coating Jake’s still-hard cock while you lean forward to kiss him.

He gasps when you bite his lip at the same time you place the stroker on him.

“You can take over from here, but don’t cum,” you murmur against his lips before you lean back against the pillow you placed on the footboard.

“Whatcha got there?” He asks huskily from his mirrored position against the headboard.

“This is a rabbit vibrator. It was my favorite toy until we got together,” you reply, holding it up for him to see. “This part goes in my pussy,” you sigh as you push it in with a lewd squelch, “and this goes against my clit. Then I turn it on.” Your back arches off the pillow with a keen as you demonstrate.

“Holy fuck,” Jake gasps, gripping the base of his cock as he watches you pleasure yourself.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” you instruct breathlessly as find the vibration pattern you like best.

He grimaces and takes a shaky breath as he continues his stroking.

“I don’t know how many times I got myself off just like this thinking about you, watching porn imaging it was us, reading my books wishing we were doing all those dirty things together,” you sigh as you already feel the first tells that an orgasm is approaching.

“Oh God, that’s so hot,” Jake moans, eyes closing as he imagines it.

“Eyes on me, Jake. I want you to watch,” you sigh as your toes begin to curl.

“I-I can’t. I’ll cum, Char,” he grits out, refusing to open his eyes and look at you.

“No, don’t you dare cum yet,” you warn breathlessly. “Now open your eyes and watch me.”

He whines but forces his eyes open just as you hit your peak with a cry, so consumed by your pleasure that you don’t hear Jake’s reluctant groan.

You slump back against the pillows with a sigh as you pull the vibrator out, not at all satisfied yet.

“I tried Char, but I couldn’t stop it. You’re just too fucking gorgeous when you cum,” Jake sighs guiltily.

You open your heavy lids and a new rush of arousal goes straight between your legs at the sight of a wrecked-looking Jake; his damp hair sticking up where he ran his fingers through in desperation, an embarrassed flush staining his cheeks, and the stroker on his still-hard cock, full of his creamy spend.

“Jake, Jake, Jake. What am I going to do with you?” You repeat his words from when the roles were reversed a few weeks ago.

“You’re not gonna spank me, are you?” He remembers, repeating your words huskily, but with a quirk of his lips. He doesn’t think you will.

He jolts, gasping when you reach over to grip his oversensitive cock, giving him a few pulls.

“Turn over and find out.”

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A/N: A little cliffy there! Sorry if you’re not into spanking or when the woman takes the lead. Apparently a bunch of you do like it though according to the survey I posted from a few days ago. 🤷🏻‍♀️😏

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The Vamp and the Were [IronStrange]

Summary: Tony would mark the day he met a vampire that did not immediately jump at his throat. Just for once – that would be a nice change.

Relationship: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Tags: IronStrange, Vampire Stephen Strange, Werewolf Tony Stark, hurt/comfort, idiots in love, angst, urban fantasy au

Chapter 2: Two

Getting into a vampire nest wasn't the problem. If you knew what you were looking for, the entrance was easy to find – in this case the nest was the abandoned basement of a building that had been waiting for demolition for several years. It was cordoned off with a construction fence, and signs indicated that this was private property – no trespassing.

Still, the upper floors were often used by homeless people or runaway teenagers. The kinds of people who were a perfect snack source for the basement dwellers.

Of course they had some security measures in the form of modern technology, but those posed no challenge to the sorcerer.

As said, getting in wasn't the problem.

But it was like hitting a hornet's nest with a baseball bat; once you opened it, there was no escape. There were only two options: hunt, or be hunted.

The sorcerer of the Mystic Arts consisted of both humans and vampires. But those Vamps couldn't be more different than the vampires they were fighting. They were like two different species.

Stephen used one of his red magic whips to yank a vampire off his feet and hurled her against the wall. He knew it would hurt his opponent, but it wouldn’t be fatal. Only fire or beheading was effective. Or sunlight, if you had enough time.

Tearing a vampire into tiny little pieces so they couldn't regenerate was also an option, but one that took a lot of effort.

Another sorcerer threw a golden spell disc at the vampire Stephen had just thrown against the wall, separating her head from the body.

Although they were no longer human, it hurt Stephen to take their lives. Not because he was of the same species – he felt little affiliation to these beings – but because they, like him, had once been human. But now they were a danger to the world.

And Stephen had sworn to protect the world. He didn’t differentiate between humans and vampires or any other species that was.

The individuals here had lost almost everything that had once made them human. Unfortunately, that happened a lot of times when they got turned, and nobody took care of them or taught them to be something else than angry and hungry beings."

Stephen had been lucky – if you could call it that – that the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj had found him when he had been at that point.

The sorcerers fought as a team, covered for each other, taking advantage of their years of training together.

The unfriendly vampires moved on instinct. Survival was the only drive they knew. The sorcerers fought as a unit and with tactics, and thus were superior to their opponents. They only had to be careful not to get too close to the pointy teeth.

Stephen used another red whip to pull a vampire away from Wong’s neck.

Suddenly there was a loud crash when part of the wall to their right collapsed. Surprised by this unexpected destruction, the human sorcerers coughed in the dust cloud.

Loud footsteps stepped over the rubble and the outline of the Iron Man suit could be made out in the semi-darkness, along with several other members of the Avengers.

Stark raised a hand and used a repulsor blast to knock one of the enemy vampires, who was trying to use the chaos to pounce on one of the sorcerers, off his feet.

Stephen only allowed himself to be distracted for a moment. He still had his hands full with the vampire on the other end of his whip. At least, until that one too was hit by a blast.

Stark appeared next to him, his faceplate open. "Thanks for the tip with the coven. It wasn't difficult to find after a little bit of research."

Stephen could have slapped himself for telling Stark about it. That meant this little incident here was his fault.

"We had everything under control," he replied through clenched teeth.

“Well, can’t sue me for wanting insurance, doc.” There was a press smile plastered on the hunter’s face.

Tony Stark was unarguably the most famous werewolf in the world. Just as his father had been before him. Tony was probably even more famous, because he had the advantage of social media and globalization.

He used to be seen as the specimen of a Were in a suit – a popular term for a tough businessman.

Stark’s world got turned around after he had been captured by vampires in Afghanistan.

How he survived that without even being turned… It was a miracle. Iron Man was born, who later became a member of the Avengers; a bunch of people of different species with various skills, who hunted undead and protected people from them.

Like they did right now, interfering with the work of the Masters of the Mystic Arts. Stephen was just glad that they always took precautionary security measures so that those who were not human beings still appeared as such. He just hoped those measures were enough.

Well, no time like the present to find out.

The last of the hostile vampires had been killed and Steve Rogers approached him. Probably to speak to Stark, who was still standing next to him, eyeing him curiously, as if he was a riddle to solve.

Ironically, Steve Rogers was one of the projects Howard Stark was most known for. An experiment. He had taken his own werewolf DNA, made a serum and injected it into a human.

The result was surprisingly good looking. Rogers became strong like a Were, having the muscles while his physiology remained mostly human.

Not quite all of it. His hair was a bit too shaggy whenever he didn’t tame it with styling products. His teeth were a bit too sharp, and his voice was commanding in a way that made him sound as if he was barking when giving orders.

Still, America loved him.

“We cleared the basement," Rogers informed Stark before he turned to Stephen, clearly taking the opportunity to seize him up.

Stephen made a subtle gesture to Wong that he and the other sorcerers should leave. There was no need to expose them longer to the Avengers than necessary.

He met the Captain’s eyes and saw the exact moment he flared his nostrils and failed to get any scent from Strange. Good.

Rogers covered his irritation professionally. “Are you the wizard that gave Tony the tip about this nest?” he asked. “Doctor Strange?”

Stephen nodded. “I prefer the term ‘sorcerer’. And yes, I did. Even though it hadn’t been meant as an invitation.” He turned his head to Stark for that last part.

The Were looked back amused, almost challenging. But he was actively following the conversation as if he was still trying to analyze the sorcerer. If he was in his wolf form he would probably have his ears up and his tail at attention.

Then Rogers spoke up again and demanded Stephen’s focus. “Well, the job is done. It’s what we do.”

“And since that is the case, there is no further need for me to stay here.” Stephen raised his hand to create a portal but the Captain was faster.

“Wait,” he commanded, his voice shifting into something more serious. “We’ve got some questions for you.”

The sorcerer considered it for a moment. “Make it brief.”

“Do you fight vampires on a regular basis, doctor? Tony mentioned you two met over that last time.”

Stephen wondered if Stark also told his teammates that he had saved his ass. Probably not by the looks of his face right now.

“If they act as a threat, we do.”

“Who is ‘we’?” It was Stark who raised that question. “How many of you wizards are there?”

“I’m afraid that’s classified.” Stephen moved his hand in a circle and created a portal above him. “And to answer your next question: no. We don’t want to join your hunting club.”

“But what about–…”

Stephen didn’t hear the rest of Roger’s sentence. The cloak had already carried him upwards and the portal closed under his feet before anyone could follow him.

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Eighteen 3

TW: Cheating. Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Your affair with Rafe is discovered and he has to make a choice…

WORD COUNT: 1300

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iovdrew asked:

we NEED a part 3 of eighteen and when her sister finds out, I BEG YOU😭

Eighteen 3

Don’t make a sound.

His warning reverberated through your mind as his tongue made those familiar circuits around your clit until you would find temporary relief in the suck made as you would tremble close to that release, edging you enough to prolong this moment as this had been the first time in two weeks you were able to spend more than a flirtatious glance to each other that was quickly averted to remain undetected. For that, you both wanted to savor this, even risking discovery as you were separated from your sister, his girlfriend, by a simple wall and a pantry door left ajar.

“Where the hell is he?!” You heard your sister curse.

“His truck is out front!” Although your parents tried to calm her down and your head turned to the small sliver of light allowed by the door left parted, he would rise to you, fingers replacing where his tongue recently ran in stride.

“Rafe, we have to-”

“You know the deal. I don’t stop, ‘till you’re shaking.” He looked down to your hands, trembling, as you had lifted them to show him.

“Not from fear…from how good it feels…You know that…So if we get caught, it’s because you weren’t the good girl you usually are-” Her steps neared towards the pantry.

“Because I found these!” She answered her mother when asked why she was so livid. From the positioning you were set, you and Rafe could see a familiar pair of panties, yours, that she held on the edges of her fingers. But where Rafe found humor, you were horrified.

“Guess I should have hid those-”

“Rafe-”

“Maybe it’s a good thing-” But as you tried to push him off he was more aggressive with you, forcing you still with the feeling of his cock between your folds.

“You said you were mine.”

“I-I am…But-”

“Then that means you don’t question me. You trust in me. You let me have you when and where I want. So shut that pretty little mouth before I come in it.” You were lifted around him, making you gasp, as he made your back arch against the pantry wall, your body in tremors rather quickly as the thrill of this adrenaline had made you both orgasm rather quickly, having to do so quietly, as harsh grips and pulls made this possible.

“Rafe-”

“It’s going to be fine.”

“I can’t do this anymore-”

“My dripping cock says differently.” He narrowed his eyes in humor as you shook your head.

“I’m serious-”

“I am protecting you by doing it this way-”

“I understand we can’t put this on billboards or make a hashtag or anything…but it can’t happen anymore-” He silenced you with a kiss, a grip to your jaw keeping you from pulling away from him as you tried.

“Rafe-” You were silenced again.

“I gave you that option last time…You’re just scared-”

“Yeah…because she can ruin both of us…”

“Let her try. I’m not letting anyone hurt you.”

“You do, Rafe. Every time you go back to her.” You pushed past him and into the kitchen after ensuring you were alone, returning to your room, winded and fighting tears, only to hear the door open behind you.

“I mean it Ra-” You paused when you realized your sister was in the doorframe, lacking the courtesy to make civil conversation before making it about her as she threw her weight onto your bed.

“I knew he was pulling away from me…but he’s cheating on me with a girl who wears babydoll underwear…like seriously, is she like six?!” She held up the familiar panties you’d trusted him to hide or dispose of.

“Maybe they’re Topper’s girlfriend’s? Kelce?”

“Please, Rafe doesn’t share anything-except his cock apparently…”

You screwed your eyes closed as you distracted yourself with the laundry left on the top of your dresser.

“I think I know who it is too…That Kiara girl…She seems like the type…I mean she’s always hanging around all those boys from The Cut and she has a reputation, you know…plus there was a rumor her and Rafe had a thing before him and I got together-”

“Did you ever think to ask him?”

“He says I’m crazy…But I know, I can tell…He won’t even touch me and I’M crazy. You know what bothers me the most…they're familiar….like I’ve seen these before…”

You swallowed hard, feeling more claustrophobic by the second as she was suddenly at your side.

“You’d tell me if you saw anything, right?” She asked hopefully as you nodded. But upon doing so, her eyes fell to a specific fabric of laundry you’d put away, identical to the ones held around her pinched fingers. With a brow arched, she held it to view.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I-” A slap came to your cheek as held your face while she huffed in place.

“You think because you're eighteen now, it makes you something?! You think-” At the sound of the argument came Rafe barreling up the steps, having been prepared to leave prior to this.

“What is-” When he saw the panties around her fingers and the tears down your cheek, the sigh tof the strike in place, he was quick to advance towards you both.

“It isn't her fault-”

“So you forced her? Yeah, I don’t think so. I know she’s had a thing for you ever since she COULD have those feelings!” Rafe looked at you with pity to know you harbored a crush that your sister acted on.

“You didn’t even like him…” You muttered as she turned to face you.

“What’d you say? Surprised you can say anything with how much cock-”

“You only dated him because you were bored! Because he was single and you had nothing else to do. You knew how I felt about him-”

“And you were sixteen! You think anything is gonna come of this? He is going to fuck you until he’s done with you. Realizing you’re nothing but something new to stick his cock into. Pathetic! And YOU,” She turned to Rafe. “Are a pervert! And a cheater! And-”

“I love her.” Rafe confessed. “So you better think of the next words you say VERY carefully.” He spoke behind clenched teeth. He squared against her.

“I’ve watched you beat her down into nothing…she deserves better than you…I’m not saying I do…cause you’re right with everything you said. But SHE deserves better. So think twice.” He validated as your sister just scoffed.

“You deserve each other. Fuck you both to hell.”

Before you could speak, Rafe had interjected, “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have let it get this far for you…I’m sorry.” You were stunned, as everything seemed to happen so quickly. The recent rendezvous, the discovery of your affair, the surprise confession of his love for you, and now his absence, which would make it all the way out of your house before you were able to follow after him.

“Rafe!”

“I meant it, I didn’ t-” You silenced him with a kiss.

“You also said you were mine.” His eyes narrowed. “Which means you don’t question ME…right?” He nodded.

“Then just take me anywhere but here…” You turned back towards the house, finding your sister standing in the kitchen glaring at you both.

“Please…anywhere…” Without a need for further convincing, he pulled you to the back of his bike, offering his helmet to you, before looking to see your sister racing after you.

“I hope you wreck!” She called as he would only turn to face you, a soft kiss giving her the proverbial middle finger as you wrapped your arms around Rafe’s chest, before your finger popped upright, giving her the literal ‘bird’, before driving away with the man you loved…

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immajustvibehere · 2 years

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Chance Encounter

Chapter 16

Chapter 1 // Chapter 15

warnings: talks about sexual abuse, fluff & comforting (& if ya see this warning I haven't properly proofread yet sry heh)

summary: You wake up next to Arthur and you both decide to have some breakfast at the saloon. Arthur uses this opportunity to bring up something from your past.

info: I had to get the conversation out of the way, and yes, there will be smut next chapter *starts sweating*

2900 words, 14 minutes reading time

You woke up with Arthur's face close to yours. His eyes were shut, and heavy, regular breathing suggested he was still fast asleep. You had eventually gone to bed after your conversation yesterday. You hoped that Arthur had finally understood how much you cared about him and how you didn't care at all about getting shot. Well, to an extent, because though you wouldn't admit it to him, you had woken up due to the pain in your leg. Most important however, you didn't blame him for that. With as little movement as possible you moved your head to get a better look at Arthur. He was turned towards you, his arm embracing your waist. He must have been so exhausted yesterday and seeing him sleep peacefully filled you with relief and joy.

Shamelessly, you took some time to study his face. You'd have loved to look into his eyes, but for now you preferred them closed and Arthur asleep. His eyelids rested calmly, no twitches or movement which might hint at a dream he was having. One could tell that Arthur's nose had been broken before, it looked beautiful nevertheless. You watched as his nostrils moved in accordance with his breaths. His hair had become a lot longer since the first time you had met him. You remembered him complaining about his hair a few days prior when you were out on a job with Lenny. He cursed a hair strand which was getting into his way whenever he wanted to aim with his gun, you and Lenny had shared a good laugh about it.

Also, his beard...the kiss had happened about one and a half days ago. You had been out cold for a good amount of that time, but you wished to feel his beard tickle you again when you kissed him. The beard could also be scratchy, you noticed this when the kiss had gotten more passionate last time, but you couldn't care less.

Since he held you at your waist, you were pretty close. The heat that radiated from Arthur's body did a better job keeping you warm and comfortable than the thin blanket wrapped around you two. Valentine, despite it being summer, had the interesting tendency of cold and fresh mornings. But close to Arthur you didn't feel that cold. Everything that separated your body from his were two layers of clothing. This thought excited you for a moment, before you calmed down again, soothed by Arthur's breaths.

You dozed off again and only woke when the big man stirred next to you. His tired gaze met yours, and for a few moments you enjoyed each other's lazy blinks. Sometimes you closed your eyes for a couple of seconds, contemplating if you should open them again or go on sleeping. Staying awake was the better option, because now you could actually look into Arthur's eyes, which made you smile. Your smile was answered with a slight movement of Arthur's lips, also curling into a smile.

"How yer feelin'?", Arthur asked in a raspy voice. His arm which rested on your waist moved and fearing he'd move it away, you gripped his hand, shyly playing with his fingers. "I'm fine", you nodded. This was not entirely true. You were about as happy as one could be, sharing a bed and cuddling with Arthur, but your leg hurt like hell. It was balancing on the edge of making you grind your teeth and bringing tears to your eyes, but you just barely managed to keep your composure. It was fine when you didn't move it too much. You figured that being happy and being in pain kind of cancelled each other out, so you were "fine", though you knew Arthur asked about your leg rather than your mental state.

"Okay...good", Arthur replied, giving you one last smile before he slowly sat up. You groaned unhappily of him getting up so quickly. But yet, though you had cuddled a lot when either you or both of you were asleep, he never was a friend of staying in bed long in the morning. As if he was embarrassed or scared of something.

Arthur went to the water bowl and splashed some water into his face before he sat down on the chair and got into his trousers and boots. Even now, he smoothed his hair back with his wet hands, preventing strands from falling into his face. "I think I'mma see the barber today. Won't take too long. Would you meet me at the saloon in half an hour? Then we can get some breakfast", Arthur suggested.

"Sure", you affirmed. You were pretty much dressed already but limping to your room to get your stuff and then down to the saloon would take you half an hour anyway. Slowly you proceeded to the edge of the bed, sighing in relief when you got your feet on the ground and managed not to shed some tears.

"I never told ya...I think...", Arthur began. You looked up to him, as he was buttoning his shirt. He cleared his throat before he continued: "But yer really beautiful. I - erm. I always thought you're beautiful. Never told ya before though...and you tell me I'm handsome all the time...so...I just thought I better tell you..."

Arthur was struggling a lot to get those words out. You saw him blushing and avoiding your looks, which made you smile even wider. You were aware that your cheeks were red as a tomato too, but how couldn't they!? "Thank you", you mumbled. Arthur looked vulnerable...and deliciously teasable.

"But you know...you don't have to say that I'm beautiful because I tell you that you are. I don't want you to say this kind of stuff because you feel like you have to", you stated.

"Wha-", Arthur looked confused, "I don't say it because I have to!"

"You sure, though? I mean if you don't feel the same you can just tell me...", you prattled. Your head started to spin as you caught up with your own words. What if he doesn't feel the same?

"God - damn it, woman!", Arthur whirled around and grabbed his journal off the table. He browsed through the pages, stopped and held the journal under your nose. There was a sketch of you. Undeniably and easily recognizable in Arthur's pencil strokes. It was a wonderful sketch, maybe he had highlighted some of your more beautiful features a bit too much. "I never planned on showin' ya 'cause it's not a good drawing. Doesn't do ya justice,...but if ya keep talking like that..." Your mouth was slightly agape as you admired the sketch. There was some text too, but you were too tired to decipher it. Arthur let you take his journal to have a better look at the sketch. "Look at the date", he remarked. Your eyes searched the page for numbers and quickly found them at the top left corner.

"But this-", you started. "Yeah", embarrassed, Arthur took his journal and closed it. The date had been from two months earlier, when you still worked on Emerald Ranch and Arthur stopped by from time to time.

Energized by this little confession of his you limped to your room and gathered all your few belongings and then made your way to the saloon. You didn't put any weight on your injured leg, so the crutch was proving quite useful, but it took longer than you would have wanted, especially trying not to sink into the Valentine mud on the streets. On your way you realized how hungry you felt. You had barely eaten anything yesterday and felt accordingly weak.

Arthur stood in the window of the saloon, lighting a cigarette just as you walked by. A smile formed on his lips as you admired his new haircut. His hair wasn't particularly short, but they wouldn't get in the way when shooting, at least. "I'm starving...", you mumbled as you entered the saloon. "I can only imagine", Arthur commented. Cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he walked to the counter to pick up two plates of oatmeal that the bartender had just provided. Arthur sat down opposite of you and smiled satisfied when you started to dig in. Silence settled on the table, only disturbed by slurping and the spoon hitting the plate.

"Uhm...I was meaning to ask..." Arthur cleared his throat, "Am I yer first?" There was some insecurity in his voice, nevertheless, it was stern and curious. You almost choked on your oatmeal. This had come out of nowhere. The feeling of hunger had disappeared as quickly as you had noticed it only ten minutes prior. "What -? I...", you started. You weren't even sure what he meant. Your first what? Man you love? For sure. Sex? A feeling told you he was asking about the latter...

"No...though the last time I...it wasn't really my choice", you stuttered and dared to look up from your oatmeal. You forced a smile to your face. Arthur had his eyebrows scrunched and looked at you inquiringly. That conversation was going to be tricky. It was easier to look back to your meal. Slowly you lifted your spoon to your mouth. It was barely possible to swallow the flakes, you felt like you had to throw up.

"Y/N?", Arthur said as he lightly kicked your boot of your unhurt leg/foot. Oh shoot, had he called your name before? You had spaced out, with old unpleasant memories coming up.

"On that ranch?" You nodded. "The boys that tried drowning ya-?" "Among...others", you whispered, your cheeks red and your stomach hurting. Through your lashes you looked at Arthur who seemed to swallow some of his anger with a spoonful of porridge. "I'm sorry", you apologized. You didn't know if Arthur might have wanted to know that earlier or if...that made you undesirable.

"Sons of bitches...", Arthur cursed, "I should go back there and kill 'em. We can stop there on our way to camp." You felt your blood leave your face and panic rise up: "Please don't!" The man opposite of you looked surprised, as if he had expected a different reaction. "I don't want to go back there", you blurted out, "And I don't want you to kill for me!" The thought of going back to Emerald Ranch gave you shivers. It had never been that bad when you actually lived there but knowing that a different life is possible and you didn't have to see those people ever again - you'd kick and scream before someone brought you close.

The tears burned in your eyes as you held eye contact with Arthur. "Okay...I'm sorry. Of course we can just...not go." "I just don't want to think about them", you offered further explanation, hoping that Arthur would understand. "Sure, yeah...", Arthur agreed as he finished his breakfast. You didn't take another bite, afraid you'd get sick. Now that he knew about that, another worry started to come up at the back of your mind and had quickly overtaken your thoughts.

Careful not to choke on your words you asked: "Does it matter?" You were afraid if you should have kept that for yourself, if Arthur might not want you anymore, now that he knew. "What?", Arthur placed his spoon onto the empty plate and looked at you confusedly. His thoughts had already wandered on to other topics. "That I'm not...", it pained you to speak it out loud. You head spun and you got angry at not being able to say what you wanted to say. So you took a deep breath and blurted out: "That I'm not a virgin anymore?"

"What?", Arthur looked shocked at the question and snorted, "Of course not! It matters that some fuckers gave ya a hard time. I'd go shoot them right now but - I won't okay!" He raised his hands in self-defense when you gave him a judgmental look. "Listen y/n, I won't gonna hurt ya...ever. Uhm, the leg was an unlucky exception..." "And not your fault", you added quickly. "Sure, I know", Arthur said sarcastically, but with a smile on his face. He was just teasing you and it cheered you up. At least you had successfully talked him out of his guilt.

Arthur stood up and wanted to bring his plate back to the bar, when he pointed at yours: "Now you go eat that, darlin'. We'll be sharing horses again and I can't have ya be all light-headed and weak again." You smiled, cheekily asking: "Why? You afraid my hands are going to slip again?". Arthur chuckled and despite already having turned towards the bar, he came back to you and pressed a light kiss on your cheek. "Oh yes, very much afraid", he joked and pressed your hat deeper into your face to annoy you.

With Arthur chuckling his way to the bar your mood had finally improved and the oatmeal started to taste fine again. It felt good to have something warm in your tummy, it gave you strength you hadn't felt for the last day or so. Your ride towards camp also felt better than your trip yesterday. You were glad you sat behind Arthur, as your constitution probably wasn't good enough to stay on a horse yourself, but at least you weren't dizzy or suffered from a headache. Your leg hurt, for sure, but you knew that it was the wound healing instead of cracking open again.

You had your hands lazily resting on Arthur's hips, the horse's pace was slow enough for a light grip to make do. You didn't feel like pulling your moves from yesterday, instead you enjoyed Arthur's contentment. The two of you made a game out of greeting every person that rode by. If it was a stagecoach with closed curtains, you would make up the wildest stories of who was riding in them, and Arthur would laugh about them and call you silly. When there was nobody else in sight, either of you would strike up a song and argue when your lyrics differed. Neither of you were particularly good singers and you'd tease each other if one messed up a note too badly, but you had a lot of laughs.

As you came closer to your camp in Clemen's Point, you simply hugged Arthur and rested your head on his back. He hummed silently for a while before he stopped and admitted: "Thank you for joining me on this trip." You sighed happily: "Always." The trees cleared away and in front of you lay the camp. It barely took you a couple of seconds to hear the commotion.

You recognized Dutch's words: "Everybody just calm down. Now I know you're worried, but we have everybody looking for him and we're gonna find this boy." Arthur had barely jumped off the horse and helped you down, when Dutch came strolling towards you: "Arthur, have you seen that boy, Jack?" "No", Arthur answered. How could he, he had just returned with you.

Abigail strode towards the group that first had listened to Dutch and had followed him to you and Arthur. "Where's my goddamn son", Abigail shouted desperately, "Where is he? Where's my son!?" You and Arthur shot each other a quick glance as you understood: Jack's missing. "They took him, didn't they? They took my son", Abigail wailed.

"Who took him?", Arthur spoke. You heard his voice shift. While he was all soft talking to you and singing songs on your ride, something business-like settled in his voice as he asked that. Hosea joined you. He side-eyed you and hesitated a second as he saw you standing wonky on one leg, then said to Arthur: "We think the Braithwaite woman took him. That Kieran saw a couple of fellers sound like Braithwaite boys."

The next few events happened so fast, you'd replay them in your head over and over just to slow them down. Dutch reassured Abigail they'd get Jack back and started to march to the horses, together with Arthur and Hosea. Bill and some others offered to join. You whimpered silently and as if Arthur had heard you, he turned around quickly and was with you in a couple of steps. "I gotta do this, y/n", he said. You nodded. Of course. You knew that. "Be careful", you warned. You were way more anxious then you showed, but you guessed Arthur knew, because he gave you a slight smile and with a smooth motion swapped your hats. Arthur loved his hat, it still had the lavender twig stuck to the cord. "You take care of that for me", he said, "and I'll make sure to get your hat back save." "And the man wearing it, please", you smiled.

Not a minute has passed before most of the men had rode out. You sat down on Arthur's cot and tried to rest. Grimshaw caught up with you and inquired what was wrong when she saw you using a crutch. She left you with "That's the last thing we needed right now." You fell asleep eventually, not realizing when Arthur came back at night and only waking up when Lenny shook you awake. "Hey y/n. We're leaving." He quickly filled you in on the events you had missed. The Pinkertons had been in your camp, and you had just slept through it. Your body really took every chance of rest it could get but damn. Apparently, Arthur and John had rode ahead to clean a building, Shady Bell.

You weren't much of a help with packing, but you tried your best not to stand in the way. And just like that, a couple of hours later, you arrived in the swamps. You watched as the doors of the mansion swung open and Arthur greeted everyone with the words: "Welcome home...all of ya! To my humble abode."

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Important notes: As we are coming closer to me ending the fanfiction (idk...like five more chapters max) I'll tell you at this point that though I've been following the game's mission timeline (more or less) Arthur won't be getting TB here anytime soon. I better tell you so you're prepared. His redemption is loving y/n I guess heh. Yes. I just want them to make out without worrying that he gives her tb and kills her ugh

next chapter: here

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curiouselleth · 8 months

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I've seen a lot of posts talking about if the elves in the Silmarillion would tra-la-la-lally, so, should they?

Also if anyone has any strong opinions on where in I should put it, I would love to here them!

Little (oops it's long) explanation for Be He Foe or Friend and more detailed update on progress and eventual posting under the cut! (I'll make a dedicated post for explaining Be He Foe or Friend next)

It's a Silmarillion choose your own adventure book I'm writing! I've been tagging all my posts about it with "be he foe or friend". It starts in Valinor before the Darkening, and is written from the perspective of Lalwen, one of Finwe's daughters and a textual ghost. We know she went to Middle Earth with Fingolfin... but that's all we know. So it will read as if you are Lalwen, and at the end of each chapter, you will have to make a choice, for example (and this whole bit here is just a example, I am not using this one):

What do you want to do as Princess of the Noldor? and you will have 2 or 3 options, like joining the Court, heading projects in the city, (construction, socail programs, etc.) or serving (insert favorite/least hated vala here). Each choice is tied to a certain chapter, so if you choose to serve in the court, you would jump to the chapter "Finwe's Advisors are Annoying" rather than just going to the next page with the chapter "In the Halls of Aule".

In some later chapters where survival might be a question, I'm thinking it could be fun to roll dice to determine that, like if you were in the Battle of Unnumbered Tears you would roll a 100 sided die, and if you got 98 or above you survive. (I'm still kinda rotating how this part should work)

As of when I'm posting this, I have roughly 4 3/4 chapters written! (and I'm realizing I really should make a dedicated post explaining this 😅) I'm planning to separate this into separate books, with this first one ending shortly after the Host of Fingolfin arrives in Middle Earth (probably shortly after Fingolfin is crowned). It's working title right now is Blessed Lands and Colder Seas.

As of now I estimate 26 or so chapters in this book, but there are probably quite a few I can combine. But I will probably find that I need more chapters in certain parts so I can't say for sure how many. What makes this complicated is that, no you won't be reading 26 chapters. Because for each decision you make at the end of a chapter, there will be 1 or 2 other chapters for the other choices... and it all branches off so there really will be 6 or 7 chapters as you read through. (I am so sorry if this doesn't make sense I don't know how else to word it)

Now, when am I posting this and where? That is an amazing question that I would love the answer to if anyone knows... anyone? 😂 Okay in all seriousness, I think I will start posting once I reach the halfway point of this book, I will definitely try posting on ao3 (which I will link), and if there's interest, I can try posting here on tumblr too.

Okay well this is three times longer than I expected it to be, but I think that's everything, (for now!) Namárië!

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poetzproblem · 18 days

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Hey Poetz! Can you tell me a little bit more about Rachel having to leave to go on tour with les mis? What was the night before she had to leave like? What did they do? What were they feeling? Did Quinn come with her to the airport? How was their “goodbye”?

Answered with a short ficlet:

There are two packed suitcases standing in the corner of their bedroom. Rachel loathes seeing them there. She resents that she had to pack them. She’d whined and complained the entire time, but Quinn had been insistent despite the stark red tinge to her eyes that belied her unwavering demeanor.

“I don’t wanna go,” Rachel mumbles dejectedly, arms crossed and glaring at the bags from her seat on the edge of their bed. “You can’t make me.”

Quinn sighs sadly, jostling the mattress as she sinks down beside her. “I’m not exactly happy about this either, Rachel, but you need to go.” Hearing those words fall so easily from Quinn’s lips feels like a knife in her chest. “You signed a contract.”

Rachel whips her head to the side to glare at her girlfriend. “You made me do it!”

Quinn arches an eyebrow, only mildly amused with Rachel’s melodramatic antics. “We talked about this.” Though some of the talking had sounded suspiciously like arguing. “You have wanted to play Eponine since you were eight years old. It’s your number four role after Fanny Brice, Evita, and Laurey from Oklahoma.”

“On Broadway, Quinn,” Rachel reminds her petulantly. She wants to play those roles on a Broadway stage. “I’m going to Kentucky, which in case you’ve forgotten, is nowhere near Broadway.” She tosses her hands up in frustration. “It’s practically back to Lima!”

Quinn sighs again, really more of a huff this time, and she looks far less amused if still generally miserable for all the same reasons that Rachel is—the six month separation that’s looming over them as the clock silently ticks down to Rachel’s flight tomorrow morning. “It’s a Broadway tour,” she reminds Rachel gently, reaching for her flailing hand and catching it to hold on tight. “You can’t pass up this opportunity, sweetheart, no matter how much we both wish you were staying here.”

Rachel bites her lip in an attempt to stave off the tears that want to escape. “I know,” she practically whispers, finally surrendering to the inevitable.

She’d spent four months auditioning for anything and everything she could find, but nothing more than a few voice overs had panned out. She’d been on the verge of desperation when Evelyn had pointed her at the opening in the touring company for Les Miserables. She’d been so dejected by then that she’d fully expected another rejection after her audition and hadn’t even let herself consider the touring part until she was being offered the role.

Her first instinct had been to turn it down because leaving New York (and being away from Quinn for so long) was not an option. But Quinn had argued that she should do it, that it was an amazing opportunity, that it was only a six month contract, and Quinn would never forgive herself if Rachel gave up one of her dream roles for some misplaced sense of obligation to her.

That had caused a few arguments. Her commitment to Quinn and their relationship is in no way misplaced. (And maybe she’d been—still is—a bit worried that six months apart could fray the edges of their still settling foundation. Out of sight, out of mind, and all that.) They trust each other, of course they do, but they both still have their moments of insecurity, and being hundreds, maybe even thousands, of miles apart when one of those moments strikes is going to suck so much.

Quinn pulls Rachel’s hand into her lap and cradles it with her own, staring down at them. “We’ll talk every day, and we can have Skype dates whenever we’re able,” she recites softly, a noticeable tremor in her voice that betrays her own sorrow over their necessary separation. “And I’ll come see you as much as I can.”

That last part sounds wonderful, but, “You have a job, Quinn.” She’s a very busy assistant editor at a major publishing company. She can’t just go on the road as a Broadway groupie, no matter how much Rachel wishes she could.

Quinn shrugs, finally lifting her glistening eyes to meet Rachel’s gaze. “You’ll have a few weekend shows close enough for a quick trip. I can make it work. I already have a ticket for Philadelphia next month.”

Well, there’s really no way to stop those tears now. Rachel feels them spill out, blurring her vision, and she smiles through them. “I love you so much.”

A matching tear appears on Quinn’s eyelashes, delicately dancing down her cheek. “I love you too, and I’ll miss you every minute.” She lets go of Rachel’s hand so she can shuffle closer on the mattress, pressing a comforting palm over Rachel’s back. “But we’ll get through the next few months, and then you’ll be back home, winning all of your dream roles and playing to packed houses right here where you belong.”

Rachel loves the way that sounds; loves that Quinn’s belief in her is forever constant and unshakeable. She gently cups Quinn’s cheek, brushing her thumb across the lingering trail of moisture there. “And coming home to you every night,” she murmurs, fresh adoration blooming in her heart for this woman. “That’s the most important part.”

“It is,” Quinn agrees, leaning closer. “And tonight I’m going to make sure you remember exactly what you’ll be coming home to.”

Rachel inhales quickly, enthralled by the intent in those hazel eyes. “As if I could ever forget.” Every moment spent in Quinn Fabray’s presence, every word and touch and expression, is practically woven into the very fabric of Rachel’s being at this point.

The hand on her back moves down and around to curl over her leg. “Better to make sure, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Uh huh,” is Rachel’s very elegant response right before Quinn’s lips render any further verbal responses entirely infeasible.

It’s slow, this kiss, languid and unhurried, as if they have all the time in the world when that’s never been less true. They have a single night together, mere hours, before they’ll call a taxi to the airport where Quinn will kiss Rachel one last time before they bid farewell. The thought of that brings fresh tears to Rachel’s eyes despite the heat blossoming low in her belly, and Quinn notices immediately.

“No. No tears tonight, Rachel,” she commands, though her voice trembles with emotion.

“I can’t help it.” She hugs Quinn to her as tightly as she can in their awkward position. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“Miss me tomorrow.” Quinn kisses away the tears on one cheek and then the other. “Be here with me now.”

A simple, heartfelt request that Rachel can’t deny, not when she can see every emotion that she’s feeling right now reflected back to her in Quinn’s beseeching gaze. So she pushes away all those sad, intrusive thoughts about tomorrow and focuses on Quinn—only Quinn. The firm softness of her lips, the sure touch of her hands, and the radiant warmth of her body as it presses into Rachel, urging her down into the mattress. She lets Quinn strip away her clothes, piece-by-piece, and then does the same to Quinn, eyes drinking in every inch of naked skin as it’s revealed to her.

They only have hours, but they spend them relearning every curve and dip and blemish of one another’s bodies. Rachel paints a memory with her fingertips, conducts a symphony of sighs and moans and whispers of love to replay in lonely hotel rooms in the months to come. And when exhaustion finally forces them into a sated sleep, sweat-soaked skin molded together in a tangle of limbs, she sinks into dreams of hazel eyes and husky promises of love that will carry her home.

#don't blink #ficlet #faberry

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serotoninny · 1 year

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Hey- hi. My sister and I grew up playing Super Paper Mario constantly. I would absolutely love to hear any and all thoughts you would like to share pls and thank you!!

HELLO! HELLO HI!

wanted to start off by saying Holy Shit!! spm was a video game me and my sister also played growing up!! we never beat it back then but recently she came home and got me hooked on it again and we played it all the way thru. we also did fun little voices for each character I got to be dimentio so that was very fun ^__^ i think Objectively its not a very hard game (which is why we were able to beat it LMAO) but what it lacks there it makes up for in STORY and super strong characters and i adore it so

IF ANYONE!! ANYONE wants to respond to anything ive said in this word soup of a post PLEASE DO!!! in the tags in the comments i just like seeing ppl talk abt whatever the hell about spm. Head canons Theories You name it

this is . a little scattered around. u do not have to read all of this but thank you for giving me an excuse to talk abt spm VVV

first of all themes of love being the answer make me wanna bawl my eyes out and i gotta be real i did tear up at the end of the game when blumiere and timpani have bounding through time ost playing and then walk out of frame. CHEFS KISS. lovely. i like how each chapter the gang goes thru has its own unique little set of townspeople and even thru little bits of dialogue u are left wanting to defeat the chaos heart even more because you dont want any of them to die YK? HEAVENS TO BETSY! THE DIALOGUE OPTIONS FOR RIGHT BEFORE CHAPTER 8 FOR ALL THE PEOPLE IN FLIP/FLOPSIDE?? SHIT HURTED. npc reactions to all the shit going on were so good

one thing i WISH happened tho was. mario and luigi Sibling Love (i mean this platonically i want to specify Just in case there are any weirdos out there) Helps Save The World. i get the whole count bleck mansion part where everyone started sacrificing themselves to save the others which means they care for one another n whatnot which is good great and fantastic However i think it wouldve been COOL to see the whole gang esp the two opposing forces of Mario (prophesized hero color red) and luigi (prophesized Man In Green to contain the chaos heart and destroy the world) contribute to the reformation of the pure heart like some sorta balance between light n dark . BUT ITS FINE i love the game anyway because its probably the longest bowser luigi mario and peach have ever been on the same team

and completely unrelated, the entire premise of luigi being the harbinger of a great world ender is ALWAYS a joy. a fun little recurring gag if you will. like i cant believe this is not the only time he was the vessel for a great evil like what is up with that. every day i think abt that one luigi post abt how he's Doomed By The Narrative TM to be the Evil Twin Brother but he just chooses not to be. never not thinking abt that ever. hes so haunted by like literally everything got separated and brainwashed fought his brother aided in the destruction of the sammer guy world Died went to hell KOed spm satan got revived became GOD then saved the world. and he is some middle aged man in striped socks

MR L. GOD. that fucking guy. hes so lame. i like him so much. his theme goes SO hard in the silliest way imaginable. and i also like how even when he is brainwashed its kinda obvious he still wants mario around (see: brobot, the replacement brother). they fr tapped into luigis need to be useful and used that as is motivation to work for the count. yeowch. mr l to me is just luigi but Lots of parts of him just locked up and forgotten (plus a little minor bit of oh i dont know straight up brain manipulation, nastasia is a force 2 be reckoned with fr) Duno if im making sense here . anyway mr l is so so so hilarious to me because his one liners are so so dumb and i think the gag abt no one recognizing him is FUNNY (EVEN IF i think at least mario SHOULDVE recognized him but WHATEVS).

all of count blecks minions are . SUCH a fun little group. and while dimentio didnt give a fuck about them i still love his dynamic as the court jester whos a little bit of a bitch. the origins of them joining the group are very interesting because ochunks mimi and nastasia had been at their lowest when bleck recruited them and dimentio was like. let me in your emo band. ochunk's warrior code is something i think about a lot. he doesnt got a lot behind the eyes but hes got values he sticks to and i like that a lot in a character. him and mimi do spa days

bleck as a character makes me wanna chew through my walls. in a good way. guys who are slipping and dont want to get back up and bringing everything else down with them are fun and that is all. bonus! he still gets to be Somewhere quiet after the story's over

dimentio has to be my fave of the goons (not counting mr l). not surprising because hes just. so. ...... He is the Way That He Is. his little similes are so stupidly funny for no reason and i think being a Silly Guy and also a Guy With Ulterior Motives are the two funest traits a character can have. His ambiguous past is so interesting like yes bitch hide behind the mask keep cards up your sleeve dont let them know your next move!! something interesting i read somewhere was that. even after luigi the chaos heart and dimentio were separated that there were bits still mixed up between them, linking them not only prophetically but on the atomic level is a headcanon im tucking close into my heart . terrifying as it is super fucking rad !! luigi cannot escape the harbinger of doom allegations

dimentio and luigis entire dynamic is the best thing ever. because dimentio is a goddamn weirdo and luigi is. and i cannot stress this enough. JUST a fucking GUY. luigi is like "ill stop you you ne'er do well!" and dimentio responds with "im killing us both<3ciao!" why does every luigi villain wanna be no children mountain goats with SO BAD. they should keep doing it

god. the way mario is the mc and barely has a role in most of the story other than being The Hero of the Light Prognosticus is both a little annoying and also kinda sick /pos. annoying because mario is one of my faves and i want him to participate in the story more (not really a diss on the writing i just like him) but also kinda sick because . the way everyone in the game talks abt the hero from the prophecy is so. soooooooooooo. god. like everyone in favor of all worlds Not Ending preparing THOUSANDS of CENTURIES in advance just for mario to arrive. Pixls were locked in boxes and hidden away WAITING for him and its like. if he could talk back. i wanna know how he thinks abt all this. because throught the entire story You as the player kinda fuck things up for people in pursuit of the pure hearts. and mario cant rly SAY anything abt it cus its not Really his story, but MAN. what i would give for a little development on his end of the lineup during a few points like 'wilting' king croacus, figuring out squirps is now orphaned because he had to stay alive long enough to help the heros, Luvbis Entire Deal, and figuring out mr l was luigi all along. SIGH

i dont know much about the pixl war, but all of that lore is so cool to look into. ive got like surface level knowledge. even then i only rly care abt the history when im thinking abt the personalities of the pixls themselves. cus like they get their little moment in the spotlight and then they Never speak Again. dottie and cudge and fleep are some of the more memorable ones for me and i wish it was possible to hear more of them. but alas

squirps. :( in my heart. in my heart and soul. bowser takes squirps under his wing. forms an alliance with his kingdom (assuming. squirps takes over from where his mom left off). peach would of course also form an alliance with him. IDK. squirps is the Only One out of every major side character in the game who didnt really get a happy ending. while not everyone NEEDS one i think he deserves one. and in my perfect world he is being guided by two more experienced rulers (bowser isnt doing much in terms of teaching him good diplomacy but he sure as hell is getting him to hang out with kids his age like Jr).

bowser was so funny this whole game. love when evil guys get domesticated a little. thats all about him

PEACH. PRINCESS PEACH. god i love her. the way she was the only person to resist nastasias brainswashing AND her fucking umbrella is the most cracked defense in the World. blowing a kiss to the wind. for peach

ok so i cant think of anything else to say and i havent proofread this. if YOU, dear viewer, love super paper mario i need you to never shut the fuck up ever. there are like 12 of us

#spm #super paper mario #long post #HOO man. supare papa mareio.

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‘Louisiana Rose’ (an OC) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

• Rose’s face-claim is Margot Robbie as Nellie Laroy

• Based/Inspired partly on Daisy Jones & The Six

!TW: Anxiety + Hints of separation anxiety + suffering from depression, mention of previously having a near-death experience + attempt to sacrifice one’s life for another, having to face homophobia, implied substance abuse (using alcohol), swearing, sexual references, hints of jealousy, self-harming - if I’ve missed any, let me know ❤️!

Once the wedding had gravely come around like a grandfather clock wearily ticking each passing minute until your death, you would make sure to distance yourself from the others, though you were afraid of hurting Rose by doing so, so you would make sure to leave her some of the pink roses she’d told you about, hoping it would be enough to try and reassure her that you were okay, but you were wrong.

The ceremony was painful, just as she’d imagined it would be; she had spent the whole duration of it worrying about you, and wondering where you were, and if you were okay, and it hurt enough already to remind herself of how she’d dreamt of marrying you, and not Joel, when you both were younger, and of how it was most likely never going to be an option, now. At times, she was glad for the veil, as it hid that she was trying not to cry whilst she thought about it, and about you, and the flowers you’d left her on the bedside table. She was more than tempted to say, at the end, ‘I can’t,’ but didn’t want to appear suspicious again, reminding herself of how you’d almost been killed, for her, just because the press had been suspecting you both to be in a same-sex relationship, something they disagreed with, at the time, so she would force herself to say ‘I do,’ trying not to let her voice shake whilst she did.

Having to kiss Joel only added to the pain; she felt as if she were betraying you, and couldn’t take it; her heart was longing for you to appear, and to provide comfort to her, but whenever she glanced over at those watching, you were never in sight, prompting her heart to sink, and ache excruciatingly each time. She would be glad for so many reasons, finally being able to leave, and sneak off when Rod gave her the signal to; she’d been panicking about your whereabouts earlier, and had decided to confide in him whilst she cried, and he offered to cover for her so she could go and look for you. As soon as she’d gotten back to the hotel, she would dump the dress, and hastily locate another outfit she could wear; she didn’t want to search for you, and finally find you only to upset you by turning up with the dress on, and nor did she want to look crazy running around for you in it. Once she’d finally located a simpler set of attire, she would rush out, and desperately as well as hastily begin her search for you.

🜚

You were sat at the bar with a few other women who’d decided to adopt you into their group, noticing you looked a little sad, and lonely, and would barely make any contribution to their conversation, even after you’d had a few too many drinks than you should have. “You should pick someone up,” one of them suggested, out of the blue, and you would falter, glancing up at her whilst your mind immediately raced to Rose, prompting your heart to sink a little at the thought of her in her wedding dress; the thought of you losing her to Joel - you couldn’t help, but also wonder if you’d already lost her, or were about to lose her; it was painful, and the drink wasn’t even doing anything to make you feel better; it wasn’t even numbing you - not even close. “Maybe it’d make you feel better-?” She assumed, and you would shake your head gravely, before staring down at your hands whilst tears threatened to run down your cheeks again.

“I can’t,” you uttered, and the woman - Alice, you thought you’d heard someone call her - would tilt her head partially, whilst the others looked on, appearing worried about you, and you couldn’t imagine why - maybe it was because of all those whiskeys you’d had, and the bundle of empty glasses standing before you.

“Why-?” Alice inquired, and you would hesitantly look over at her again, wondering what they’d all think of you if you told them about Rose; about you being a lesbian - would they think of you as a freak, like the press evidently do? “Wait,” she would lower her voice a little for an unknown reason, “are you married?”

You would falter, a pained expression on your face. “No,” you murmured, staring ahead of you again, “but-.. the only - the only person I could ever love is-.. is getting married, today.” You would then lift your new whiskey to your lips, whilst the others would exchange shocked, and sympathetic looks. “And now.. well.. I don’t know what to do anymore; the love of my life - s-someone I’ve known since I was a kid, s-she-..” You would wince, quickly silencing yourself before you could go any further.

“Wait, you’re-?” Alice would look around, not wanting to get herself or her friends in trouble. “You’re a lesbian?” She inquired, her voice close to a whisper, and you would nod, preparing yourself for insults, but they wouldn’t come. “Cool-! So are me, Claire and Alex!” She exclaimed excitedly, and you would express relief, whilst your eyes began to glint.

“Wait, really!?” You replied, and she would nod hastily.

“Duh - and better yet, we’re a couple,” Alex chirped, and you would appear elated; you didn’t often meet other lesbians like yourself, and Rose.

Claire would beam over at her girlfriend, before hooking her right arm around her waist secretly. “The best,” she added, and you would grin, amused, before tilting your head partially, and finding yourself thinking about Rose again whilst tears began to fill your eyes, and your heart would begin to ache.

Alice would frown when she noticed that you were trying not to cry, and wouldn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around you, surprising you. “Wanna know what I think you should do-?” Alice inquired, and you would appear nervous, before nodding your head slowly whilst she held you at arm’s length. “Dump her,” she advised, and you would falter again, a pained expression on your face; you could never do that to her; you loved her too much, to, “don’t look like that - Y/n, if she truly loved you, she wouldn’t be going through with this wedding; she’d be here with you, right now, I guarantee it.”

You would nod gravely, before staring down at your hands again; you hated it; hated the fact that you believed she was right. “I guess you’re right,” you gravely agreed, your voice briefly trembling whilst you did, and Alice would nod in agreement with you.

“I am,” she replied, “so - what are you gonna do about it?”

You would force a smile over at her, though you wanted nothing, but to break down and cry in Rose’s arms. “I swear - now that I’m probably g-gonna be a - free woman; I’m gonna fuck the next person that comes through that door; a woman, obviously, a-as long as she’s - well, y’know..”

Alice would grin, amused, whilst Alex and Claire cheered. “There she is-!” Alice chimed, and you would force a giggle, before returning your attention to your whiskey, and trying not to break down in front of them; you couldn’t believe what you were doing, and cursed yourself for it, whilst you hoped Rose would give up on you, and finally find someone better than you.

“A right hottie at Ten O’clock, look-!” Alex whisper-shouted, and you would look toward the door, faltering when you noticed her. It was Rose; she’d found you, and you couldn’t help, but stare over at her, finding yourself forgetting how to breathe for a moment, and Alice would smirk, amused by your reaction.

“Look, girls, I think she’s already in love with her,” Alice remarked, and you would frown, nodding faintly; you’d been in love with her ever since you’d first met her. “Go talk to her, what are you waiting for?” She encouraged, whilst you found you couldn’t pry your gaze from her, your eyes beginning to glisten again.

“Wait - isn’t she - she’s that singer-!” Claire mused, whilst you turned away, hoping Rose wouldn’t notice you, no matter how much it pained you to think something like that, after everything you’d both been through together.

“Louisiana Rose,” you uttered, “she’s-.. she’s married, forget about it.”

“Married? Since when?” Claire questioned, and you would grimace, before knocking back the rest of your whiskey.

“Since today,” you answered dejectedly, and Claire would appear surprised, a thoughtful expression on her face, and Alice curiously watched Rose whilst she appeared to be anxiously looking around for you, unbeknownst to them.

“That’s funny, didn’t you say your girlfriend was getting married today-?” She mused, and you would nod gravely whilst you fidgeted with your hands. “What a small world,” she remarked, whilst Alex would appear suspicious of you, wondering why you’d turned away, and were keeping your head low whilst Rose desperately searched for you. “I’ve gotta get an autograph,” Claire remarked, and you would nervously watch whilst Claire walked up to her, and you would frown when you noticed the pained expression on Rose’s face; she’d evidently been searching, for a little while, and your heart couldn’t help, but sink.

“Y/n - is she-?” Alice prompted, but you wouldn’t respond, finding yourself unable to, without breaking down, and you couldn’t let yourself cry in front of them, especially not Rose; you were terrified of upsetting her any more than you evidently already had, earlier today, by disappearing. Rose would try and force a smile over at Claire, before writing her signature on the record Claire had recently bought, and you would wonder - whilst you watched them - what Rose was asking her, as she seemed to be trying to ask Claire something discreetly, worried about what others might think, if she asked them. “Now I see why she got married like that,” Alice expressed, and you would falter, looking over at her, before you nodded gravely, and bowed your head again; she’d done it because she had been afraid of what might happen to you, if she didn’t, and also worried over what might happen to the band, and her reputation if she cancelled the wedding.

Claire would then lead Rose toward the group, and you would try not to panic, acting as if you’d not noticed her, yet, and had just been staring down at your empty glasses. “Y/n!” Claire chimed in a sing-song voice, and you would hesitantly turn around, though you were worried about how Rose might react to seeing you in the state that you currently were in, with all the empty glasses behind you. “You have a visitor!” She continued, and you would falter, glancing up at Rose, and she would express relief when she recognised that it was you.

“Y/n-!” Rose managed, her voice briefly trembling, before she threw her arms around you, and you would instantly melt into her embrace, before returning the hug, and burying your face into her left shoulder. You soon found you couldn’t hold it back anymore as you began to cry quietly into her shoulder, and she would frown, hearing you sniffling, prompting her heart to begin aching excruciatingly; she hated that she’d upset you like that, and wished she’d never gone through with the wedding like she had, and instead tried to fight to marry you, no matter what it meant for you both. “Hey,” she cooed, holding you at arm’s length, before she connected her forehead to your’s affectionately, “d-don’t cry, it’s okay; I’m here now, a-and - it’s over; we’ll never have to think about it again, I promise, n-never again - w-we can just-.. focus on us, now - isn’t that great?”

“You married him,” you mused, and she would fall quiet, a pained expression on her face, whilst your heart began to ache again, alongside her’s; neither of you could believe that this was happening; that - after all the nights you’d both found one another talking about your future together - it seemed like an important part of that plan would never be able to be carried out, now, with or without the press.

“We should, er - go,” Alice began, and the others would hesitantly agree, “but we’ll call you and check on you later.” You would nod, forcing a smile over at them, before you glanced back up at Rose once they’d gone, trying to fight back your remaining tears.

“I - I’m sorry, Y/n, I really am; I love you so much,” Rose expressed shakily, finding herself trying not to cry, “I-.. I just - I didn’t know what to do, a-and I hated every moment of it, I swear-”

“It’s okay,” you cooed, trying to reassure her; you didn’t want her to feel as if she should apologise for what had happened; for the press’ disapproval of you both being together, “don’t-.. don’t worry about it; you don’t have to explain yourself, Rose - I understand.” You would then shyly hold her right hand in your left one, before smiling lovingly over at her, prompting her heart to skip a beat, and your’s to race as soon as she’d smiled warmly back at you. “C-Come,” you requested, and she would nod, following you outside, where you would shyly look around, before leaning forward to delicately connect your lips to her’s, and she would instantly melt into the kiss whilst wrapping her arms around your waist, and you would cling to her shoulders whilst you both wore a dazed expression on your faces once the kiss had sadly ended. “I love you, too,” you returned, lifting your right hand up to her left cheek, and she would subconsciously lean into your touch whilst her eyes blissfully locked with your’s, “and I always will, n-no matter what, I promise; n-no matter what you decide-”

Rose would lean forward to kiss you passionately again, silencing you. “The only thing I’ll ever decide is - is to be with you,” she expressed, “only you, always - that’s how it’s been since the beginning, and that’s never gonna change, I promise - never - I love you, Y/n.” You couldn’t hold it back anymore, kissing her again, and you would then hold her hand, and rush back to the hotel with her whilst you both giggled together, glad to have resolved things again like you evidently had; nothing could ever truly separate you both - not even the wedding that had occurred a few hours ago, now, and you both hoped more than anything that it would stay that way.

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However, after you’d both had yet another argument after a stressful concert not too long after that day had occurred, Rose was trying to make you jealous by hanging out with Joel more, and it wouldn’t take long for it to work, making your heart sink whenever you saw them both together, and whenever you tried to talk to her, she would call Joel over, and ignore you, making you feel even worse. You would falter, before nodding gravely, guessing she just didn’t love you anymore, and the thought would prompt your heart to ache excruciatingly, as if it were truly breaking within you. “Fine,” you uttered, and Rose would hesitantly glance over at you, “I’ll-.. I’ll go, s-seeing as you clearly don’t want me around anymore - m-maybe go and hang out with my friends-”

“Fine,” she hissed, whilst trying not to feel guilty for what she was doing, as she felt responsible for the fight, and it was silently tearing her up inside, “go! I don’t care.”

“Good,” you spat back, your voice briefly trembling, before you stormed out whilst tears threatened to escape your eyes, though you longed to stay with her; stick to her side, as you only felt safe, and happy when she was with you, when without her you only felt empty, and numb, as if you had nothing left within you, and it was painful, and though you did briefly consider taking your life, you would instead resort to leaving small cuts along your arms, feeling as if you deserved them for what had happened between you both, not too long ago, now; as if it were your fault, entirely; you loved her too much to blame her for anything, and would never be able to forgive yourself, if you did.

🜚

After she’d heard from Suki that you were currently at the bar with Alice, she would try not to panic, hastily fleeing from the hotel to search for you, afraid that she’d end up losing you for the way she’d treated you, earlier - something she hated herself for, and wished she could stop herself from doing if only there were such thing as time travel. She longed to go back to that moment, and instead of push you away, she longed to hold you close to her, and pour her heart out to you again whilst she cried quietly into your right shoulder, hoping you could forgive her for the fight you’d both ended up having, not too long ago, now.

As soon as she’d finally made it to the bar, she got a bad feeling, and would make to rush inside, but before she could, you would stagger out, surprising her as you fell against her, and she would quickly try and stabilise you, wrapping her arms around your waist whilst you tried to get over the shock of what had just happened, subconsciously clinging to her shoulders whilst you trembled a little within her embrace. “It’s always you who catches me when I fall,” you mustered, your voice feeble, and close to a whisper, as if you feared that you were about to break down, and she frowned, guessing that you’d been crying, before she’d arrived, prompting her heart to sink, and ache more excruciatingly than before; she couldn’t believe she’d hurt you like this, again, so soon after the wedding had already seemed to dig deeply into you.

“Alice,” Rose uttered, a pained expression on her face when she remembered, and you would falter, a hurt look on her face whilst she held you at arm’s length, “where is she?”

“I - I see.. You came for Alice,” you murmured dejectedly, whilst you subconsciously stared down at the ground, feeling empty and numb again whilst pain radiated throughout your body, and Rose would frown, shaking her head gravely.

“Y/n-”

“She’s-.. She’s inside,” you continued, “I’ll go back, if you want me to-”

“I didn’t come here, for her,” she interjected hastily, before you could begin to walk away from her, and you would falter, hesitantly turning to face her again, “I came here for you, b-because I thought-..” She would sigh, evidently worried again. “Look, Suki told me she was here with you, and I panicked,” she admitted, and you would realise, disappointed; you’d evidently thought that maybe she trusted you more than that; more than to assume you could ever cheat on her, and hurt her like that.

“Did you seriously think I cheated on you? That I could do something like that, to you?” You questioned, whilst tears threatened to spill from your eyes again, and Rose wouldn’t know what to say, bowing her head whilst her heart throbbed painfully alongside your’s. “What, so you don’t even trust me anymore, now?” You continued, and Rose would grimace - of course she still trusted you; she’d just been worried about you, and about what might happen, if she didn’t go out and find you. “Rose-”

“You’re supposed to be mine, Y/n-!” Rose cried shakily, and you would falter, a pained expression on your face whilst a stray tear managed to escape, and run slowly down your cheek, whilst Rose was trying to fight back her own for as long as she possibly could; she didn’t want to upset you any further than she already had by crying in front of you, knowing that it worried you, like she was worried about you, noticing the tear that had now dropped down onto the ground. “If you did something with Alice-”

“I didn’t do anything with her!” You contradicted, and Rose would fall quiet, for a moment, whilst relief flooded over her. “I love you, Rose,” you expressed, your voice briefly trembling whilst you did, and she would bow her head again, feeling guilty for assuming that maybe you and Alice had been seeing one another behind her back; something you’d never do to her; something you couldn’t do to her; you couldn’t even ever imagine yourself with someone else, as whenever you pictured what your future would be like, it was with Rose - every time, and you loved it; revelled in it, always wondering what you’d done to deserve someone as perfect as her, compared to a supposed nobody like you, “I - I mean - how do you think I felt, seeing you with Joel, earlier?”

Rose would frown, recalling the crestfallen looks on your face whenever she’d found her gaze drifting over to you, after the fight had occurred, and she’d been sticking to Joel’s side, more, and the images in her mind would prompt her heart to sink even further, somehow, and to ache even more painfully than it had been, before. “Y-Y/n, I-.. I’m so sorry,” she replied, wishing she’d never reacted like that, before, “w-what I was doing didn’t mean anything, I swear; I hated every second of it, b-being with him; I love you so much, m-more than anything, a-and I swear I’ll never do it again; never fight with you again, like that - I can’t even remember how that stupid fight started, anyway, it was just-..” A strained sob would then manage to escape her lips, before she timidly inched closer to you, and would throw her arms around you, wishing she’d never let any of it happen. You would instantly melt into the embrace, before returning it, and burying your face blissfully into her left shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she repeated weakly, and you would shake your head, before shyly glancing up at her, and smiling lovingly, prompting her heart to skip a beat, and her eyes to glint a little whilst her heart began to race alongside your’s in the best way possible.

“Don’t apologise,” you cooed, before affectionately connecting your forehead after you’d anxiously looked around to check if anyone were nearby; you didn’t want to set her on edge, but she found she couldn’t care what the press might say if they caught you both together like you were, now, after what had happened, “it’s - it’s my fault; I started it, b-by-.. by bringing up the ring, I’m sorry-”

“No,” she interjected gently, a hurt look on her face, before she lifted her right hand up to your left cheek, and you would instantly melt into her touch subconsciously, “it’s not your fault, either; it’s the press’ for doing this to us; t-the stupid government who think we don’t deserve the right to freely be together; n-neither of us are in the wrong, here, so-” She would then smirk over at you, getting an idea, and you would appear curious as to what she was currently thinking. “Don’t make me take you home, and punish you when you’ve done nothing wrong,” she remarked, and you would appear flustered, at first, before timidly closing the gap between you both, prompting her to tense up a little whilst she glanced down at your lips, for a moment, wishing she could kiss you, but it wasn’t long before her fear of being seen, and you being wounded for her would return, and plague her.

“What if I want you to do just that?” You inquired, and she would grin, lifting an eyebrow, whilst she thanked the lack of light around you both, hiding the fact that she had begun to blush a little alongside you.

“Then I will, a-and not just because I owe you, but because I - I, well-..” She mused, her voice faltering a little, and you would beam victoriously up at her, amused by her reaction; you revelled in the fact that you could fluster her like you evidently had. “Don’t give me that look,” she whined, and you would smirk in response, “you haven’t won yet - C’mon, Bassey.” She would then rush you back to the hotel, before anyone - including Alice - could find you both again, though Alice, too, was a lesbian; Rose was just afraid of possibly losing you again, somehow, and was desperate to avoid the possibility of doing so like you, too, were, knowing how much it would hurt, and most likely tear you both apart to find yourselves separated from one another, again.

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Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️

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